Interrogation Cell Number 204 (fiction)

A single lightbulb hung from the cell's ceiling. The metal chair hit all the pressure points in Jorge's back, which seized for the third time in an hour.

Behind the two-way mirror, Meyer sipped his coffee. "Will he break?"

Johnson nodded, cracking his knuckles and opening the door to Jorge's cell. "They all do."

• Goo Goo Dolls
• gimel
• the witching hour
• Law & Order
• coffee
• Cracking your knuckles
• Knuckle
• The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

• lightbulb