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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 19:26:13 GMT -5
April 22, 2517 4:37 AM
Marcus noticed the cold first, how it nagged at his naked arse and his more sensitive bits. He was blindfolded, cuffed... it was cold.
Typical interrogation room. He sighed and rolled his head once to get the kinks out.
"I'm up..." He stated, if anyone was listening. "Start the tape and let's get this over with..."
He wondered who he'd get as an interrogator... typical hard-ass jackass zealot? Probably. Maybe something more interesting, like a washed out lieutenant who used to have more bars on his shoulder... possibly.
Maybe they'd just shoot him and toss him in the black.
He laughed at that thought, aloud, but hid it with a cough.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 2, 2012 19:26:54 GMT -5
There was a long grating silence, but suddenly, someone started whistling. A song, a tune.... something from a Blue Sun commercial, or maybe from a show they paid for. Regardless, it annoyed Marcus.
"Seriously? Show tunes? If you're going to torture me, at least have the decency to play something with a decent bass line."
He laughed again, this time letting the laughter ring clear.
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