Interrogation

The next thing I remembered was waking up in what looked like an interrogation room. My hands and feet were both cuffed to the table and the floor respectively. Even the chairs and the table were bolted to the floor. I only became aware of the presence of another person in the room when I heard a stifled cough from behind me.

 A man stepped out from the corner and crossed the room to stand in front of me on the other side of the table. He wasn’t the tallest of men, he was roughly 5 foot 10 or 11 inches tall. He wasn’t very fit looking either. He looked as if he had spent the last few years behind a desk and he had a small belly on him to go along with this theory. I could easily kill him if I wasn’t chained up like a disobedient dog!

He took his seat and dropped a small file on the table. To my surprise he started speaking English, not fluently but it was understandable. He was asking the usual questions asked of a captive, “Who do you work for?”, “What are you doing here?”, “Are you alone?”. Of course I answered these with the stupidest possible answers.

 When he got fed up of my answers he got up and left the room. Before the door had time to close two security guards rushed in to take me out. They unhooked me and dragged me out of the room and along the corridor to another room. They attached my chains to a hoop set into the concrete floor and then turned and left the room not once speaking a word in my presence.

The End

5 comments about this story Feed