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up,” Brian said.
Matt felt Garrett’s hand grab a fist full of his hair and yank his head back. The motion exposed the cuts and lumps stinging his face to the light.
“You’re not gettin’ sleepy on us, are you?” Garrett asked.
Matt felt his head being thrust forward and his chin slam into his chest, opening one of the gashes across his jaw. He felt the fresh warm drips of blood hitting his legs.
“Brian, we were only gone for what, an hour or so?” Tim asked.
Brian grinned. “Closer to a day.”.
Matt’s breathing accelerated. Quick, sharp breaths escaped his mouth. It hurt too much to breathe from his nose.
“Shit, man, I had no idea. We didn’t mean to leave you in here for that long. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we get you out of here, clean you up, and get you something to eat? How does that sound?” Garrett asked.
“Sounds pretty good to me, Garrett,” Brian said.
“Doesn’t it?” Garrett asked.
Tim stood next to a bucket of water with ice chunks floating in it. “Best idea you’ve had all morning, Garrett.”
“Here that, Matt? Best idea I’ve had all morning,” Garret said.
“P-please,” Matt said. “Just let me go home.”
Garrett bent to his knees. He held Matt’s chin in between his fingers, Garrett’s hot breath beating against his face. The words entered Matt’s ear in a soft whisper, like he was hearing a secret from a close friend.
“I can get you out of here. I can get you a nice warm bed with a hot meal. You don’t have to stay in here anymore. All I need you to do is tell me who you’ve been working with. That’s all. Just fill in the blank for me and you’ll be free,” Garret said.
Matt’s lip quivered. He didn’t want to go on. He wanted to quit. He wanted to tell them what they wanted to hear. He began to break down. Sobs left his body. Snot dribbled down his nose. Tears streamed down his face.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Just tell us what we need to know,” Garrett said.
“I… d-didn’t… d-do anything.”
Matt watched Garrett’s face turn sour. He felt the sharp dismissal of his chin from Garrett’s hand tossing it aside. “You see, boys? You see what happens when you try to extend the hand of friendship to someone who just doesn’t want it?” Garrett asked.
“It’s a damn shame,” Tim said.
“Sure is,” Brian replied.
Matt caught a glimpse of Garrett grabbing the bucket of ice water. He could hear the chunks of ice smacking the bucket’s sides, sloshing back and forth. Matt’s sobs grew louder, reaching a crescendo of him thrashing in his chair. “Please. I don’t know anything!”
Matt tried to shake off the hands grabbing his head, tilting it towards the ceiling and keeping him still. The rough fabric of cloth was stretched over his face. It held tight against his skin. The sharp bristles dug into his cuts and the pressure bearing down on his broken nose felt like an elephant stomping on his face. Matt could see the bucket eclipsing the fluorescent light above him. Droplets of the frigid water tipped over the edge, splashing on his face.
“Who are you working for?” Garrett asked.
The overwhelming pain of the moment equaled the fear of the struggle to come. Matt tried to think. He tried to give them something that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but each time he got close to revealing something, he was silenced by the blinding pain of cartilage and bone crunching in his nose under the pressure of the cloth.
When the first wave of water hit Matt, he froze. He gurgled and choked on the icy liquid soaking through the fabric, running into his mouth and nose. The frigid water burned into the cuts along his face and down the rest of his body. Just when he thought he was going to drown, they stopped.
“Where’s the hard drive?” Garrett asked.
Matt coughed up water and spit, gasping for breath. He could feel
Matt felt Garrett’s hand grab a fist full of his hair and yank his head back. The motion exposed the cuts and lumps stinging his face to the light.
“You’re not gettin’ sleepy on us, are you?” Garrett asked.
Matt felt his head being thrust forward and his chin slam into his chest, opening one of the gashes across his jaw. He felt the fresh warm drips of blood hitting his legs.
“Brian, we were only gone for what, an hour or so?” Tim asked.
Brian grinned. “Closer to a day.”.
Matt’s breathing accelerated. Quick, sharp breaths escaped his mouth. It hurt too much to breathe from his nose.
“Shit, man, I had no idea. We didn’t mean to leave you in here for that long. I’ll tell you what, why don’t we get you out of here, clean you up, and get you something to eat? How does that sound?” Garrett asked.
“Sounds pretty good to me, Garrett,” Brian said.
“Doesn’t it?” Garrett asked.
Tim stood next to a bucket of water with ice chunks floating in it. “Best idea you’ve had all morning, Garrett.”
“Here that, Matt? Best idea I’ve had all morning,” Garret said.
“P-please,” Matt said. “Just let me go home.”
Garrett bent to his knees. He held Matt’s chin in between his fingers, Garrett’s hot breath beating against his face. The words entered Matt’s ear in a soft whisper, like he was hearing a secret from a close friend.
“I can get you out of here. I can get you a nice warm bed with a hot meal. You don’t have to stay in here anymore. All I need you to do is tell me who you’ve been working with. That’s all. Just fill in the blank for me and you’ll be free,” Garret said.
Matt’s lip quivered. He didn’t want to go on. He wanted to quit. He wanted to tell them what they wanted to hear. He began to break down. Sobs left his body. Snot dribbled down his nose. Tears streamed down his face.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Just tell us what we need to know,” Garrett said.
“I… d-didn’t… d-do anything.”
Matt watched Garrett’s face turn sour. He felt the sharp dismissal of his chin from Garrett’s hand tossing it aside. “You see, boys? You see what happens when you try to extend the hand of friendship to someone who just doesn’t want it?” Garrett asked.
“It’s a damn shame,” Tim said.
“Sure is,” Brian replied.
Matt caught a glimpse of Garrett grabbing the bucket of ice water. He could hear the chunks of ice smacking the bucket’s sides, sloshing back and forth. Matt’s sobs grew louder, reaching a crescendo of him thrashing in his chair. “Please. I don’t know anything!”
Matt tried to shake off the hands grabbing his head, tilting it towards the ceiling and keeping him still. The rough fabric of cloth was stretched over his face. It held tight against his skin. The sharp bristles dug into his cuts and the pressure bearing down on his broken nose felt like an elephant stomping on his face. Matt could see the bucket eclipsing the fluorescent light above him. Droplets of the frigid water tipped over the edge, splashing on his face.
“Who are you working for?” Garrett asked.
The overwhelming pain of the moment equaled the fear of the struggle to come. Matt tried to think. He tried to give them something that wouldn’t hurt anyone, but each time he got close to revealing something, he was silenced by the blinding pain of cartilage and bone crunching in his nose under the pressure of the cloth.
When the first wave of water hit Matt, he froze. He gurgled and choked on the icy liquid soaking through the fabric, running into his mouth and nose. The frigid water burned into the cuts along his face and down the rest of his body. Just when he thought he was going to drown, they stopped.
“Where’s the hard drive?” Garrett asked.
Matt coughed up water and spit, gasping for breath. He could feel
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