The Interrogation

“I’ve seen your record; you got a long list of felonies after your name.” The office slapped the three-inch thick paper file onto the table. It rattled around the interrogation room like a gunshot. ”Tell me something” He sneered, leaning in so close to his suspect that his spit speckled the man’s glasses. “Are you just fucking stupid, or do you want to get caught? I just can’t decide which one it is.” He stood back off again. Moving to one side he resumed his pacing up and down. Overhead the long fluorescent light bulb flickered.

“It’s alright.” His partner spoke. She had been quiet up until now. “It’s a tough world out there, now more than ever, it’s only natural that certain urges will come over you. We understand” She spoke softly to him. His mind was confused. She understands me. Johnny thought to himself.

Behind him the first officer let out a loud tick of disapproval.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Johnny stammered, as his voice began to waver. Sweat poured from his face and stung his eyes. He was full of energy, his legs bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet.

Powerful hands clamped down on his shoulders as the first office snarled in his ears. “Come on you little bitch. Tell me. Tell me what you like to do with those little girls. Come on. You’re such a big man, talk to me. Let me know what you like about them so fucking much. Hey… Bitch.” He spat the last word directly into Johnny’s face. Their heads so close together their eyelashes almost collided every time they blinked. The cop now had one hand around Johnny’s neck, while the other held him by the front of the shirt.

“Just tell us, come on, this is your chance to explain yourself to us, we won’t judge you.” The nice one, the women whispered into his left ear. It was her turn to walk around now while Johnny remained held in the vice like grip.

“I’m sorry.” Johnny cracked, his mind exploding as the tears began to fall. “I couldn’t help it. I love them.” He stuttered, trying to speak through the waves of emotion that were flooding through him. His fear of punishment was forgotten. He had been living with the burden of his actions for so long, he just needed to confess.

“You’re sick. You think that makes you a man, a tough guy. What you would do if I brought a little kid in here right now, hey?” The male office released his grip pushing Johnny with such force, that the chair he was tied to slid backwards on the concrete floor. “Why not pick on women, hey or are they too much for you to handle you little faggot.” The office snarled slamming his fist into the wall.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Johnny snivelled, “I’ll be good, I promise, I won’t let them go again, I’ll feed on them all. Drain ‘em dry.” He begged, snot ran freely from his nose and mixed with the tears that covered his cheeks pooling together on the floor in a semi congealed mass.

“It’s too late for that now Johnny” The women whispered in his ears.

Yep,” The male answered, smiling as he stared down at Johnny’s bound form. ”It’s a staking for you at sunrise.” He said as they left, slamming the door behind them.


4 thoughts on “The Interrogation

    1. Thanks Andrea, I am glad you like it. I wrote it a while ago, and to be honest it is kind of a rip off from a scene I loved in Criminal Minds: Special Victims Unit. I had posted it on my old blog, which was just all fiction and flash fiction, and I wanted to share it here too.

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