Multan, Punjab
The crumbling buildings used to be part of a shrine to a local Sufi saint. Now they're part of a prison and torture complex, , known imaginatively as Prison Number Five, run by the Caliphal Guard of the Pakistani Taliban. The Sufis were their first victims.
Today, a young Kashmiri man is being escorted into a special room in the complex. Two bearded enormous brutes of men callously throw him into a cell. Inside, a fat, bespectacled Punjabi sits, expressionless, beside a table, on which there is a large grey box.
The Kashmiri, malnourished, dehydrated, with fractured bones and bleeding cuts from three days of severe beatings, does not have the strength to move.
The man with glasses nodded to the guards, who leave the cell and close its heavy metal doors.
"You dog!", called out the Punjabi in harsh Urdu. "Who do you work for? What is your purpose? Speak!"
"I... told... you...", the paralysed Kashmiri whispered, "I... am... a... police officer... I'm here... with your government's permission... to investigate the Islamabad murders..."
"You are lying"
"By God, by the Holy Quran, I swear... I am... am... telling nothing but the truth! You must believe me! We're all in danger! Lives are... are... at stake!"
"Let's see if you can start telling the truth once I provide some encouragement." The man reaches for the grey box.
"N... no... please, mercy..."
"Traitors to the Faith are beyond mercy!"
...
The burly militants standing guard outside the cell can hear a loud, bloodcurling, almost otherworldly scream. They can hear the hapless prisoner's piercing scream continuously for almost a full minute. Then, suddenly, silence.