The Confession

The prisoner was drenched in blood and sweat. Tears dribbled down his cheeks. He was stripped off his clothes, his body revealing bruises everywhere. Every muscle in his body ached. He squinted as a bright light shone upon him.

“Why did you do it?!” demanded the interrogating officer.

“I.. I.. don’t know what you’re talking about,” the prisoner protested meekly.

“Think you’re tough, huh?”

“I.. need a.. lawyer..”

“No lawyer, pal. I’m your only absolution. Confess and you will be spared the misery,” the officer replied as the prisoner passed out again.

“I don’t think he will crack,” said the junior officer next to him. “It’s been six days now, for god’s sake! Either he is too strong, or he is really telling the truth.”

“Oh, he will crack all right,” the interrogating officer replied confidently. “I’ve seen tougher ones than him. They all do in the end.”

Water was splashed on the prisoner’s face as he gasped, regaining consciousness.

“Aaaaah!!” the prisoner screamed in agony as the officer hit him hard on his broken ribcage, sending a sharp pain through his chest and back.

The junior officer twitched at the sight. “Err.. is this really necessary?” he asked, unable to bear it any more.

The interrogating officer stopped and walked towards his younger colleague.  “Now you listen good, boy, don’t ever question your superior’s decisions again,” he spat. “I’ve been doing this for years, and I know what I’m doing, okay?”

He then took a rag and covered the prisoners face with it, firmly tying it around his neck. “Hand me the hose,” he ordered as the junior officer complied with a terrifying look.

Tying him down face-forward on the floor, he sprayed water on the prisoner’s covered face. The prisoner screamed, gagged, spat and shook violently.

“Please.. please.. I admit it! Yes, yes, I did it! Please stop!” the prisoner begged, confessing to the murders. Between tears, he talked about how he was frustrated and angry, and how he had plotted the whole crime, and that he was working alone on it.

The officer smiled triumphantly as the prisoner wept helplessly in shock. He had never failed to extract a confession. This was something he was extremely good at. They all confessed in the end, even to crimes he knew they didn’t commit.

The End

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