“3164…  On your feet!”

The prisoner does not resist.  He did at first, but now he saves his strength.  After at least a dozen interrogation sessions he knows that it will take all of his strength to resist the questioning, there is none to waste.  He wearily stands.  The guards enter.  One pushes him against the wall while her comrade pulls his arms behind his back and cuffs his wrists. Shackles bind his ankles with a chain that allows him to walk but not run.  He is shoved out of the cell and marched down the corridor as fast as his chains and his broken body will allow. Read more…