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!"
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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