Stars exploded behind Steve's eyes as his head snapped backwards, the force of the blow shattering his nose with a sickening crunch; the back of his head hitting the high railing on the chair he was tied to. Steve blinked, bringing his head back up. He drew a few shallow breaths, trying to keep his side from burning from the broken ribs.
"You know," the interrogator said, almost as if he were talking about the weather, "this can all end when you tell us what we want to know."
Steve shook his head, blinking back a few tears of pain.
The man sighed, "have it your way," he said. He nodded to the man next to Steve. The large and brutish man took up a large hammer and swung it at Steve. Blood began to flow freely when Steve bit clean through his lip as the man broke his arm.
"Are you ready to speak?" the more refined man asked, "what are the attack plans for your military? What weapons do they have and where will they strike from?"
Steve raised his head and smiled through the blood that was still flowing from his nose and lip. "You really want to know the secret?" Steve asked, his eyes dark and fathomless.
"Of course," the man said, "after all, that is the whole point of this exercise."
"Okay," Steve said, looking him in the eye and lowering his voice, "the secret is, that you're about to die."
The man was still laughing as the bullet entered his head.
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