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The spook’s swagger was accentuated by the cramped quarters as he entered the dark cell followed by his two burly associates, whose bulk further diminished the closet-sized room. The prisoner squinted, dazzled by the dimly lit doorframe to freedom silhouetting his current companions blocking the way. The bigger, uglier associate- the last one in- turned to close and lock the massive steel door, restoring the darkish doom. The stench of fear sweat and urine hung almost visibly thick in the gloom, not quite completely due to the prisoner.
The spook’s ID said CIA but he was NSA but that didn’t matter to the prisoner right now, and his associates questioned neither their boss nor the prisoners- they were mostly silent junior partners.
The prisoner’s feet and neck were each wound in several layers of white cotton gauze. His guttural shouts were incomprehensible until the spook removed the ball strapped into the prisoner’s mouth. “Awwwah Ahbah!” blasted inarticulately from his depths, spraying spittle and bits of foam flack as he struggled against the gurney’s reinforced restraints. Saliva dribbled down the captive’s trembling lower lip as the spook forced the ball back in and reattached the strap before the prisoner could manage his mouth around a decent spit.
“Watch this”, announced the spook, freeing the captive's captive left wrist. The prisoner immediately began tearing frantically at the bands wound round his neck. Layer after layer of gouged gossamer gauze gave way to an oozingly fresh wound. Copious bleeding ensued as the fervent self-assault of scratching nails continued.
“He would dig down to his jugular if I let him”, spoke the spook as he grabbed the arm and resecured it, “and if he doesn’t talk soon that’s exactly what’s going to happen”.
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"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins