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Authors: Roger Hayden, James Hunt
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his body convulsing from shock, fear, and cold. His whole body was trying to fold into itself. His hands clinched into fists behind his back. His feet and toes curled up. He tried moving his face, searching for air, for escape, but each movement brought more pain than relief.
Then the familiar icy blast of pain and panic rushed over him once more. Water flooded his nasal cavity, burning the inside of his forehead. Matt thrashed his head back and forth. He desperately tried to escape the flow of water but failed. Wherever he went, so did the river trying to drown him.
Matt heard the thump of the bucket hitting the floor. The cloth was ripped from his face. He vomited more water onto his chest and stomach. Matt felt the uncomfortable sloshing of his own blood, sweat, and dirt against the seat and his bare skin.
The three soldiers circled him. Garrett sent a fist barreling into Matt’s stomach. He doubled over and gasped for breath but couldn’t find any. Garret sent another blow to Matt’s face, sending a tooth flying across the floor. Matt’s lower lip stuck out, swollen and dripping with blood.
Garrett went and picked up the tooth on the ground. He held the tooth up to the light. Matt’s fresh blood dripped from his hands. “You should keep this under your pillow tonight,” Garrett said.
“Maybe the tooth fairy will bring you something nice,” Tim added.
Matt’s head swayed in delirium. His thoughts were jumbled. There was a sharp pain in his side whenever he took a breath. The next blows that came were harder, more violent. They hit him again and again, each time sending more blood to the ground in crimson rain. After every blow, Matt felt the metallic taste refill his mouth, simply waiting to be spilt again.
Brian sent a combination of punches into Matt’s side. Each hit caused Matt to crumple into himself, his insides collapsing. One final blow sent a loud crack echoing through the room. Matt’s weight shifted and the chair holding him crashed to the floor, his shoulder smacking onto the unforgiving concrete.
“There’s the money shot!” Garrett said.
Brian and Tim pulled the chair back up right. Garrett wiped the blood from his knuckles on his shirt.
“Okay, it looks like we’ll have to try something a little different,” Garrett said.
Matt wheezed through his mouth, his body still caved to his left side where his ribs had cracked. He couldn’t remember where he was anymore. All he could see were boots shuffling on the floor.
“It doesn’t seem like I’m going to be able persuade you to tell me what I want to hear,” Garrett said.
A picture landed on Matt’s lap. He couldn’t feel the paper touching his skin. His whole body was numb. The people in the photo were just shapes that he couldn’t recognize through the one good eye he had left, but he knew who they were.
“I know it’s probably hard to see them, but there’s your little girl playing with her cat and, oh well, goddamn! Look at your wife! I didn’t know you were holding out on me like that, Matt,” Garrett said.
Matt focused on the image of his family. Not the one in the picture he couldn’t see, but the one in his mind. They sat around a table eating pancakes. Bowls of strawberries, bananas, and syrup filled the table; his daughter giggling after squirting whipped cream on her nose.
“You think if we bring your family over here it’ll refresh your memory?” Garrett asked.
Matt saw his wife waking in the morning, the sun peeking through the blinds and warming her face. She smiled at him and pulled him in, her soft lips pressing against his own. They rolled over each other, getting tangled in the sheets.
Garrett smacked the photo off Matt’s leg, sending it flying across the room. His face was twisted and flushed red.
“Listen, you prick. If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m gong to bring your daughter, your wife, and
Then the familiar icy blast of pain and panic rushed over him once more. Water flooded his nasal cavity, burning the inside of his forehead. Matt thrashed his head back and forth. He desperately tried to escape the flow of water but failed. Wherever he went, so did the river trying to drown him.
Matt heard the thump of the bucket hitting the floor. The cloth was ripped from his face. He vomited more water onto his chest and stomach. Matt felt the uncomfortable sloshing of his own blood, sweat, and dirt against the seat and his bare skin.
The three soldiers circled him. Garrett sent a fist barreling into Matt’s stomach. He doubled over and gasped for breath but couldn’t find any. Garret sent another blow to Matt’s face, sending a tooth flying across the floor. Matt’s lower lip stuck out, swollen and dripping with blood.
Garrett went and picked up the tooth on the ground. He held the tooth up to the light. Matt’s fresh blood dripped from his hands. “You should keep this under your pillow tonight,” Garrett said.
“Maybe the tooth fairy will bring you something nice,” Tim added.
Matt’s head swayed in delirium. His thoughts were jumbled. There was a sharp pain in his side whenever he took a breath. The next blows that came were harder, more violent. They hit him again and again, each time sending more blood to the ground in crimson rain. After every blow, Matt felt the metallic taste refill his mouth, simply waiting to be spilt again.
Brian sent a combination of punches into Matt’s side. Each hit caused Matt to crumple into himself, his insides collapsing. One final blow sent a loud crack echoing through the room. Matt’s weight shifted and the chair holding him crashed to the floor, his shoulder smacking onto the unforgiving concrete.
“There’s the money shot!” Garrett said.
Brian and Tim pulled the chair back up right. Garrett wiped the blood from his knuckles on his shirt.
“Okay, it looks like we’ll have to try something a little different,” Garrett said.
Matt wheezed through his mouth, his body still caved to his left side where his ribs had cracked. He couldn’t remember where he was anymore. All he could see were boots shuffling on the floor.
“It doesn’t seem like I’m going to be able persuade you to tell me what I want to hear,” Garrett said.
A picture landed on Matt’s lap. He couldn’t feel the paper touching his skin. His whole body was numb. The people in the photo were just shapes that he couldn’t recognize through the one good eye he had left, but he knew who they were.
“I know it’s probably hard to see them, but there’s your little girl playing with her cat and, oh well, goddamn! Look at your wife! I didn’t know you were holding out on me like that, Matt,” Garrett said.
Matt focused on the image of his family. Not the one in the picture he couldn’t see, but the one in his mind. They sat around a table eating pancakes. Bowls of strawberries, bananas, and syrup filled the table; his daughter giggling after squirting whipped cream on her nose.
“You think if we bring your family over here it’ll refresh your memory?” Garrett asked.
Matt saw his wife waking in the morning, the sun peeking through the blinds and warming her face. She smiled at him and pulled him in, her soft lips pressing against his own. They rolled over each other, getting tangled in the sheets.
Garrett smacked the photo off Matt’s leg, sending it flying across the room. His face was twisted and flushed red.
“Listen, you prick. If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’m gong to bring your daughter, your wife, and
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