Warning: There will be torture in this chapter, so if you don't want to read that, you can skip this chapter. The next chapter will refer to it, but not describe it. 

I haven't had my eyes closed for more than an hour when the door to my cell squeals open. I barely have enough time to sit up in my cot before three police officers have come inside my cell and are surrounding me. My breath catches at the sight of them all standing in front of me.

I wasn't asleep long enough to forget where I am and what happened. The only thing that I got of those few minutes of sleep was to relive the incident in my dreams over and over.

"Stand up," orders the tall police officer with the buzz cut and stern expression. I rise to my feet, shaking with exhaustion and fear.

The officer that looks like Robocop grabs my upper arm and pulls me away from the cot and out of the cell. My heartbeat spikes for the thousandth time in the last twenty-four hours. I try to push down my fears as they lead me back to the interrogation room, but I can't help feeling a complete loss of control over myself and my life.

We walk back up the interrogation room. It is not the same one I was in before, though. I realize this the moment they open the door to the room. Two of the cops push ahead of me and Robocop.

I nearly collapse when my view of the room becomes unobstructed. The first thing I think is, this cannot be real. They cannot hurt me. But, as I will soon find out, they can.

In the center of the room is a chair. But this is not an ordinary chair. No, this chair has belt restraints on it. It is clear that the person who would be put in that chair would have no chance of moving. There are brown leather belts that will hold everything from the neck to the feet in place.

My pupils dilate and my breathing becomes ragged. My body begins to buzz with an electricity that I have never felt before. The primal instinct to fight, to survive. I cannot die here, my body screams at me. I have to agree.

I do not hesitate a second longer when Robocop begins to pull me into the room. I do not stop to think that this might not be the smartest idea. It doesn't matter either way. I have to try, no matter how risky it may seem.

I am getting ready to pull my move, every muscle in my body tight, anticipating a fight. I do not know how, but a thought snakes its way into the back of my mind. So far I have not actually committed a crime, despite what these officers may think. If I fight now, I will be guilty of a crime. I will have assaulted a police officer. They will not care what terrible thing the police are about to do to me. The only thing they will see is a girl who killed one police officer and assaulted others.

All of the sudden, all of the fight leaves me. I will have to suffer through whatever they do to me. There is nothing I can do about it while I am under their control. I will make sure they pay later, though. They will not get away with whatever horrors they are about to do to me. I will sue the hell out of them when I get out of here.

Robo-cop pushes me all the way into the new interrogation room. The door slams shut behind him. The lights above us are blindingly bright, illuminating the whole room completely. The other two officers are standing behind the torture chair with Cheshire cat grins. I unconsciously attempt to take a step back, but Robocop stops me.

"Oh no, sweetheart, we haven't even begun to have fun yet," he says sinisterly. I have no control over the goosebumps that rise up on my arms. He quickly unlocks the handcuffs on my wrists and pushes me towards the chair.

"Sit down or else," says Robocop as he reaches for his taser. Every nerve in my body is screaming at me to fight, to not let this bastard have this kind of control over me, but I keep my mouth shut and sit down in the chair. The metal extends above my head.

My skin has barely touched the chair when the three guards begin to lock me into the chair. The first strap that they tighten is the one around my throat. They make it extremely tight, but not so tight that it will choke me. I have no room to move in it, though. If I lean my head forwards even the slightest bit, I will be choking myself. They then work their way down, tightening every strap. Soon my arms are strapped down. After my arms, they tighten the straps around my chest and stomach. My legs come last.

My breathing feels shallow like I cannot fully expand my chest for a new breath of air. I cannot be sure if I really can't completely breathe or if it is just me freaking out at being strapped down to a table. Once I am completely secured, the three officers step back to stand by the back wall.

For the longest time, maybe hours, nothing happens at all. My lack of sleep begins to come creeping back in. I try to resist, but eventually, I see no reason to. I close my eyes. As soon as I close my eyes, the door to the interrogation room comes flying open. In walks the detective with the evil gleam in his eyes.

"Well, well, well," he says, smirking. "It looks like you're a bit stuck at the moment." I give him an evil glare but keep my mouth shut.

"Do you know what the point of this room is?" I stare straight ahead, ignoring him.

"Well, you are about to find out. I am going to explain the rules of this room to you. They are simple. You will be denied sleep until you give us a complete confession. If you fail to comply and fall asleep..." he turns away from me and to the three officers still standing at the back wall. "Get her set up," he says.

Twenty minutes later, I have electrodes attached to my body. There are ones on my head, hands, stomach, as well as my feet. They plugged the electrodes into a machine.

"The way this works," says the detective, "is that every time you fall asleep, even for a second, you will be shocked. The voltage and how long will be up to the discretion of the officers on shift. You will be free to go back to the holding cells once you give us a full confession."

"I will not give a confession and I want to speak to a lawyer."

"No," he says simply before turning his back on me and walking out.

At first, I think it should be easy enough to stay awake, but as the hours drag on endlessly, it gets harder and harder to fight the boredom and exhaustion. It is in this state of weakness that my eyes slip closed. They are only closed for a second, though.

My eyes fly open as I hear the machine turn on. I want to beg them not to do it, but I know it will make no difference. It is less than thirty-seconds later that the electrical current sears through my body. I scream out in agony, swearing like a sailor. And then it stops. My muscles are trembling from the pain and I can feel tears leaking out of my eyes.

"Are you ready to confess?"

"No," I growl through my teeth that are clamped together. I have to stay awake. I do not know how many more shocks I can take before I spill my guts and end up in prison for the rest of my life. Just keep your eyes open, I tell myself. I will make it through this, one way or another.

AN: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy my story. I promise that there will be less violence after this, but I felt that it was nessecary to include. Please remember to vote and comment!