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Interrogation-Torture
His name was Brett, and sitting me in his hot seat I felt a little anxious, as I writhed and wiggled, wanting to escape, all the while trying not to hyperventilate... He proceeded to interrogate me with a bright light in my face, asking me all kinds of questions, for his case.. I knew he was going to use some tools from his trade, so I just sat there cool like, trying not to be afraid, Then he picked and prodded at me and got me all ruffled, and my answers would only come out all slurred and muffled, He then gave me 2 shots which didn't help the interrogation, because I just ended up being numb to the situation, But the intense drilling kept on and I tried to keep cool, I wouldn't break that easily that was my golden rule, Then he went so far as to squirt water at my gaping face, and I quickly swallowed it up, my mouth feeling like a cottonmouth snake, Before I knew it the interrogation and torture session was done, and even though it was agony, and I felt like a zombie, thought at least I survived and like some victory I had won... As I stood up wobbly, ready to go, Brett turns and escorts me out the door, and says in his southern drawl, "Now that wasn't so bad, you seem to have a high threshold for pain, heres a new toothbrush and I'll see you again!"
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