Extracting a Confession - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - June 8th

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The prisoner sat, shackled to the chair, in the centre of a featureless room. His captor, who was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, hadn’t asked a single question. For twenty-five minutes, he had done nothing but slowly sharpen the cutting edge of his knife. Finally, he stopped and held the knife up to inspect it properly, before trying a couple of experimental slashes through the air.

“Okay,” the prisoner suddenly cried, with sheer terror in his voice. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Thank you,” replied Illya Kuryakin, re-sheathing his blade. “I’ll just go and get a pen.”

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