Adam’s eyelids felt like thick duvets that were being held back from crumb filled sheets. When had he last slept? He had no idea. Sleep deprivation – was that torture? He wasn’t sure. The only thing he felt certain about was that his interrogator’s lack of deodorant was torture enough.
“Wake up!” He was jolted out of unconsciousness by a slap around the face from this pathetic specimen of humanity. For a brief moment, he had managed to escape from this Hell, back to his childhood and carefree times. Reality came as a bigger slap than the guard could ever muster.
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