Facilitated Interrogation
Drip.
Cain squeezed his eyes shut and tried in vain not to hear.
Drip.
It was not real. This was not happening.
Drip.
Stop it!
Drip.
Think of something else. Anything else.
Drip.
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Drip.
Drip. Drip. DripDrip. Drip. Drip. Cain tried to impose the melody from "A Little Night Music" onto the sounds. They were coming in almost the right rhythm.
Drip Drip.
Damnit! It refused to cooperate.
Drip.
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Was it over?
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Drip.
Cain screamed. He screamed loudly until he ran out of breath, and then relished the fact that he could only hear himself panting. Gradually his breathing returned to normal, and for a moment he thought maybe he had escaped.
Drip.
Oh Lord, help me please. Please!
Drip.
No more, Lord. Please, no more.
Drip.
Make it stop!
