I got tied to a chair. I admit it wasn't the most impossible situation to get out of (hello fire magic!), but it was effective for the beating I was given while tied to the chair (no questions just a beating, I think that was my punishment for shooting someone, let this be a lesson kids, shoot a guy in the face twice, get tied to a chair and beaten). I was a bit sad because my white shirt had a bit more red on it than I would have prefered (especially since the red was my own).
The man assigned to the beating was that thick beardless type that seemed to be taking out his anger on a wasted life on anyone who comes along. He actually hit me so hard he hurt his own hand (I took some pleasure in that). I hate beatings without questions though, it leaves you all the displeasure of getting a beating, but none of the satisfaction of telling someone to go piss up a rope (my favorite part of a beating, yes its sick I have one). Especially since I could free myself at any time, I needed the fake interrogation so I could at least get a sense of what my captors knew about me.
But no! Of course I had to be tied to a chair and beaten! After that I was left in the room I had been dragged to and since I hadn't slept in a while decided to catch a power nap (that I can sleep after having been tied to a chair and beaten up says so much about me as a person, wait am I really a person anymore? I'll have to think about that honestly). When I woke up I finally got my interrogation! I tell you when they are late it just messed up my whole day! Just like this entry!
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