#87 Infrared

“What was her name?”

“”I don’t know. We all had code-names and that was all.”

“I don’t buy that shit, what is this a fucking movie?” the asshole who is clearly playing the ‘bad cop’ in this tired scenario slams his fist on the table in front of me, knocking over the cup of coffee they placed tantalisingly in front of me.

With my hands cuffed behind the back of the chair, I can’t do much as the hot liquid sears my thighs. I remain impassive.

“OK, so what was her code name?” sighs the ‘good cop’.


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