“Why am I doing this? You know the answer to that one. So, tell me. Why am I doing this?”
“B-B-Because you enjoy it…” He answers and bursts into tears.
Bingo.
“That’s right. I’m having a field day. Now, how did you get out of the shithole where you held your prisoners?”
“I got lucky.”
“Not good enough. Let me show you how unlucky you are right now.”
“No, please. No more—argh!” I cover his head with a plastic bag and pull it tight. He gasps for air, suffocating.
He’s about to pass out.
I twist one of his nipples as if I’m using a corkscrew to open a bottle of wine. He comes right back up. That never fails.
“Did I give you permission to pass out? No. I didn’t.”Pussy.“You’re a lightweight, just like your father. No wonder he begged for mercy before I sliced his throat open with my knife.” That’s not true, but he doesn’t know that, and I’m counting on it to keep him in the sweet spot where he’d give me everything.
“H-h-he could’ve given you more information than me about your brother’s whereabouts,” he stutters.
That’s probably true if only I’d known before killing him. But now it’s too late to think about that. Plus, he’s trying to distract me by throwing frustration my way. But this is my show, I run it. So okay, let’s play.
“What do you mean?” I say and watch his face gain a little confidence.
“My father had direct contact with that organization.”
“Organization, huh? How direct?” I throw a confused expression into my face for him to see.
“Yes, yes. He had business meetings with them, the kind that you attended in person, not through a phone call.”
“What kind of business?”
“We ran security for them sometimes.”
“Okay. Why would an organization that deals with terrorists need to hire security?”
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, my father was the one in direct contact. He never told me any details.”
“Okay… Okay… If you want to lie…” I say, then walk towards the suitcase and pick a drill with a bit.
“W-What are you doing?”
I pull the trigger twice.
FZZZZ. FZZZZ.
“Let’s see if this helps with the truth.”
“That’s the truth.”
“Sure.” I put the drill bit against his shoulder.
“Stop! Stop, please!”
