Interlude - Interview
Interview commences. Another bullshit
four hours of not getting anywhere. Yeah right. Time to dispense with
procedure.
"When we're finished with you,
you're going to be begging for death."
The tape had stopped running.
"Recognise that voice?"
No response.
"You said that to my
daughter."
No response.
"Take the gag off and pass
me a hammer. I want to hear this fucker beg for death..."
"You can't do this man...
you're cops..."
Suspect already sweating.
"I want the names of ALL
your men, and I want the evidence I need to bring them in. You're
going to get it for me."
He swung the hammer down, just
half an inch away from the suspect's thumb. There was a gasp of
relief. Clearly his training had been inadequate. They hadn't been
expecting to get caught. Poorly planned, poorly executed.
"You think you're not big
enough for this, is that it?"
The suspect nodded. He was still
blindfolded and didn't know where he was.
"Please... please don't kill
me..."
The cop laughed. Clearly he
hadn't explained himself properly.
"No. Of course not. Not
yet... fetch me the saw... let's cut the fucker's hand off!"
The gag was replaced, though the
subject struggled in the chair.
As the bread knife was dragged
across his wrist lightly, the noises from the handkerchief stuffed
into his mouth began to increase in volume. As it was dragged back
with just enough pressure to break the skin and draw blood, the
suspect was trying to scream.
The knife was put down.
"Do you understand yet?"
The suspect reluctantly shook his
head.
"I appreciate your honesty.
You're mine now. You will deliver my property to me. I have the power
to keep you alive for as long as necessary, so don't even think
there's an easy way out of this..."
The suspect nodded.
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