Bab 23: The Agony Part 2
Reggie Rockwitz
He shoved me inside the patrol car and activated the siren. Now I only have to wait till I get my final date and it all ends like this.
I was glad I didn't tell him one of the victims was my cousin.
My uncle and aunt, who had to be at the police station wondered how I would answer them if I was found guilty.
I still had optimism that I might get out of this, but I consider whether I knew any attorneys, police alliances, political links, or mafia contacts. I can't lose since there's no evidence against me; did Mr. Wiran record it last night when I revealed it to him?
Who can say? Because it's the only way My game will come to an end.
Jeffery Landers was driving the vehicle in the rearview mirror when I noticed him.
In the deathly gaze we are exchanging, if he broke the word casually
"Jinx's died this morning".
Every notion, every analysis, every circuit my neurons were linking evaporated into the void. All I could feel or sense right now were my breaths; no thoughts, emotions, or cries came, and there was something hard vibrating in my chest, and the energy seemed drained by the breaths I took.
Jinx died, perhaps his name meant a person who brought bad luck, which was true, he was a bit of bad luck not because I got into this mess, but because he left me alone just 2 days in his presence felt like decades of brotherhood, I never felt that when someone has your back or when you know the person above you can handle any situation.
First, two cops arrived and examined my entire body by stripping off all of my clothing."What the heck, this procedure is completed when you are going to be imprisoned, there is no evidence against me yet, I'm innocent."
"This is simply a procedure to ensure that you are not armed or a threat to other police."They took my phone and dragged me into a rough interrogation room that smelled like a public toilet and was stocked with instruments like needle nose pliers, scissors, hammers, and a thousand various types of batons.
"What is this nonsense, do you operate a black market for hardware tools or something?"They chained me to a chair, and there were several nasty police officers around me, as well as Jeffery. He sat across from me, both hands over his chin.
"How did you murder them?" He inquired nonchalantly."Who killed who?" I stated that 0.5 milliseconds later, I experienced a painful hit to the face, rupturing the tissues within my mouth.
I remained silent. Aggression flooded my lungs as my hands shook to be released.
He hit me in the same location again, I spit blood and remained silent, he bashed me again,
and suddenly I couldn't move my jaw anymore, I thought it was dislocated to the right side.
My tooth had fallen out of my mouth, and blood had sprayed all over my white t-shirt.
"Confess if you want this to cease". On the badge, the man in front of me spelled Killian. It was said loud and clear.
"I didn't do anything, sir," I said. Jeffery shifted his feet quickly, scooped up the long traditional baton, and struck a powerful strike on my thighs.
I couldn't take it any longer and let a scream escape. I never thought a human body could withstand such pain; it should normally end once it reaches a certain threshold.
At that time, all I could think of was how I should've refused to fight beside Jinx, refused to live in his apartment, and I could've refused to work under Ulrich, I could've avoided eating ice cream that day.
Jeffery drew the baton backward, extending it as far as he could before releasing it, striking it squarely in the same location on my thighs. He stretched one more.
I closed my eyes and remembered everyone I admired, including Leonidas, Marcus Aurelius, Shivaji, Julius Caesar, and Sun Tzu.
I may accept death and die joyfully, but I will not submit and lose. The pounding continued, and the graph of pain increased in a straight line one after the other.
Then he tilted the chair and forced me to fall horizontally on the floor, exposing my feet and toes.
He called in the second officer which came with the other baton, the first slam I received was on my knuckles feet, the metatarsal whatever it is, without even getting me to feel the pain received the other one from the second officer Jeffery slammed on my soles.
"Pathetic low-graded humans, don't you feel ashamed? Licking the boots of the man who ran street races? Where's your pride? Your dignity? Respect? You have shoved those things right in your asses ?. Hhhhehhhhe.."
They didn't stop hitting, the fingers of my legs were busted open and bleeding like creepy, and tissues from my toenail began coming out.
"Haven't you heard the saying?
"Never keep hitting someone till the point he forgets what pain is."
"This was said by some random ancient dude, but do you want to know what I want to say ?"
"I'm very glad today, I'm proud of myself do you know why?".
Both came to a halt and began to collect their breath.
"Because fear gripped me the first time I slept outside a home on the cold rock without a jacket or blanket and concluded that I was going to die.
Fear grappled me in a bar fight with 5 men (I was referring to Jinx's fight), and this morning when I was going to drown, fear was always there to screw me."
"But when you guys brought me to this room of hardware designed for torchers and thrashed me with whatever force you can, I never felt fear, not even an ounce of it.
as if it never existed or I was averse to it in some manner.
"Even if I die tonight, I won't have any regrets cause I'll die as a warrior who refused to utter his noble words in front of wiran's ass lickers."
Hhheehheu... I coughed up blood and laughed like a hyena. Officer Killian became enraged and snatched me up, landing strong punches that broke the bone in my nose. I felt like passing out, and everything around me went dark.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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