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A MILLION DOLLARS A FUCK-PART2

Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com

door open and hard sole shoes echoing on the concrete walking toward his head. The shoes were expensive but the cologne wafting about was cheap. Brendan couldn't lift his head to see who was standing before him. "I hear you put on quite a performance out there, Brendan." The condescending tone grated on Brendan's nerves."I'm detective White." "Now, I can understand you not wanting to talk to us. But I really don't think you want us to call the wacky wagon. The good doctors over at the booby hatch have a new batch of powerful drugs they just love trying out on a twitchy puppies like you... Take his mask off." Brendan felt a knee in his back as the mask was removed. "So what's it gonna be? You want to stay here and play with us or do you want to go pill popping with the good doctors?" "I wanna stay here," Brendan said, happy to breathe freely again. "We want to remove the restraints, Brendan, but we can't do that if you are danger to yourself or others. Are we going to behave ourselves?" Brendan nodded as best he could. He felt hands and knees moving over his body as the restraints were removed. Then he was lifted onto his feet. Four men, two of them in uniform carrying tasers, escorted Brendan to Interview Room 4. In the middle of the room a gray metal table was bolted to the floor. The edges of the table were padded. Electrical tape had been used to doctor the padding in certain spots. Two chairs were at the table, four others were tossed in the corners of the room. "Take a ... seat, Brendan. This is my partner, Detective Raymond. We're investigating Mr. Park's murder." They were an odd couple. Det. White had the build of a tennis player. Det. Raymond had the thick neck and blocky muscles of a wrestler. A woman was also in the room standing to the left of Det. Raymond. Brendan tried his best to ignore her. "This doesn't look good for you, Brendan," Det. White said taking a seat at the table. Det. Raymond remained standing. "You killed a man for profit. That puts a needle in your arm. Now, if you cooperate, maybe we can get you a deal. Maybe you get out in time to collect social security." "I didn't kill anyone," Brendan protested, his head down, wincing from the pain in his wrists."I need medical attention. My wrists are turning purple. I think I've got permanent damage." "We'll get you some help. But first we need your statement." "We're tryin' to help you here, shit bird!" Det. Raymond yelled, slamming his palms on the table. His nose inches away from Brendan's. "That old man didn't have to die!" Brendan could smell Juicy Fruit.The detective had a thick wad of it in his jaw like it was chaw. "Calm down, Ray." Det. White grabbed his partner's wrist and Det. Raymond backed off."I'm sure Brendan will cooperate once he understands the seriousness of the situation. Brendan, we have you returning to the scene of the crime. You used a key to get in and you used the code to turn off the alarm." "You still wanna to stick to your story, punk?" Det. Raymond ...