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  • Writer's pictureErin Quill

Not all accidents are accidents

He could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes.


The world was black and bitter now. A pressure over his face held him down. Murmurings overswept the unsteady beeping.


His heart beat so loud there may as well have been drumsticks gonging at his mind.


Dust and dirt coated his tongue as his throat worked overtime to swallow.


Cool metal bit into his wrists. Even more metal could be found beneath his search fingers.


A shoe with a squeak in the sole moved closer. The other shoe made a sort of clop-tap.


Shivers raced through his body.


Are they here?


He pulled harder at the cuff until it dug into his wrist and made a ragged incision. Grinding his teeth, he dared not yell. But a pained grunt dragged out of his mouth anyway.


"That was a pretty bad unicycle accident. You're lucky we found you in time."


Lucky? Yeah right. If only I'd been able to out maneuver you for a little longer, you wouldn't be about to kill me now.


But the other one in the room wouldn't kill him. In fact, no one in the facility would. They'd just make him wish he were dead.


That's how interrogation works.


Right?




*NOTE: This story was inspired by a prompt both Scarlet Bauer (Twitter @BauerScarlet) and I had to begin our stories with. Her story will be posted to her blog on Monday, January 4, 2020. Make sure to check it out at https://scarletkbauer.wordpress.com. :)



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