I hate interrogations when I'm the one being interrogated. Because they all go similar ways. Threats of violence, offers of deals, polite threatening. I've done it all before! Its the one constant in hundreds of years of my life (which like everything else I keep doing says so many bad things about my life). So I knew these thugs would be no different, a bit of a beating, some weirdness (they threw water on me a lot? I have no idea why) and then their leader approached with his demands to seem more reasonable.
"Where is the money Lorentino before I shoot your dick off." Relatively reasonable, I mean it was better than the attempted drowning, bad rain storm, they were going for earlier.
"All around us my son." That got me pistol whipped, and it was glorious (the line not the pistol whipping, the pistol whipping was quite painful and ordinary).
"We know you are rich Lorentino, where are you hiding your money."
"Up my ass, just be gentle ok I had some spicey food the other night." I had not had some spicey food, but would prefer them to be gentle if they were going to look up my ass for it.
"Tough guy eh Lorentino."
"Not really I scream like a small child when hurt, I just don't want to give you my money, its mine." I thought it was a valid statement, the pistol whipping told me differently. Again relatively reasonable. They took me back to the room of throwing buckets of water and lighter non pistol whipping beatings. It was nice to know these guys were simple robbers/torturers, and not like elaborate planners of anything else. I had started to believe this was the worst coincidence in the world, that I was investigating a shooting and got robbed completely independent of that. Proving once and for all I have the worst luck in the damned world.
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