Abolitionist Comms: Interrogation

## Interrogation

### Description

The Abolitionist's head interrogator, Mia "The Angel of Death" Barnes, tortures slaver Caleb Anders for information on his employers

### Speaker(s)

Mia Barnes Caleb Anders

**Barnes:** *(into microphone)* Starting recording of interrogation. Prisoner is Caleb Anders, senior partner in slaver organization known as the National Pleasure League.

**Anders:** Let go, you dogs! I have powerful friends!

**Barnes:** So do we. Now, I'm gonna ask you some questions about your employers, and you're going to tell me what I want to know. Whether you're cooperative will mean the difference between a quick or a very slow, very painful death.

**Anders:** Kiss my ass, Abolitionist pig!

*(pained screaming)*

**Barnes:** I did warn you. Now, you're going to answer my questions. Unless you want to lose more teeth.

**Anders:** I'm not saying shit.

**Barnes:** *(chuckle)* Ah, they always say that at the start. Tell me something. Do you know who I am?

**Anders:** I've heard of you. Mia Barnes. The Angel of Death. I'm not scared of you.

**Barnes:** They always say that at the start too. You see what's written on my smock? Read it aloud.

**Anders:** Hope County Dentistry?

*(Anders screams in pain again, sound of a drill)*

**Barnes:** I have some experience in tooth removal. When you've worked with some of the equipment I have, a hand drill isn't too hard to adjust to.

**Anders:** Do what you want. I still won't talk. Nothing you can do to me will compare to what my partners will do if they get ahold of me.

**Barnes:** We'll see about that. But first, I want to know. How do you get to be such a piece of shit you kidnap and sell people for money? Were you born an asshole, or you got some kind of traumatic backstory?

**Anders:** *(laugh)* You demonize me. But I'm not the bad guy.

**Barnes:** I beg to disagree. People who sell children and women as sex slaves aren't what I'd call righteous.

**Anders:** Listen, people want what they want! I'm providing a service. What I do is no different than what abortion clinics, mail order bride companies, and drug dealers used to do. You look down on me, but the truth is, there is and always be a demand for slaves. I'm just a businessman taking advantage of the market. You can kill me, but so long as there's a demand, there will be suppliers. You can't kill us all.

**Barnes:** Hmm. I know what'll get you to talk.

**Anders:** What's that?

**Barnes:** My invention. I call it a "Retinal Extractor". Basically, I put this on your head, and a needle will go straight into your eye and slowly, agonizingly pull it out.

**Anders:** You wouldn't! You're not that crazy!

**Barnes:** When it comes to slavers, I am. You shits don't deserve mercy.

*(straps locking into place. Sound of something spinning up)*

**Anders:** WAIT! PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS!

*(terrified and pained screaming. Sound of something wet being pulled and popping before Anders lets out another scream.)*

**Anders:** Please! No more! Just kill me!

**Barnes:** Look me in the eyes, Anders. I will only put you out of miserable existence when you talk. Until you do, I will continue to make you suffer. I will take your other eye, I will take your fingers, your hands, your toes. I will take your teeth, your balls, your knees, your elbows. I WILL TAKE YOUR SPINE!!

**Anders:** OKAY! OKAY! I'll tell you anything you want!

**Barnes:** I knew you'd break. They always do. Now, who runs the NPL?

**Anders:** Look, Lang and I are just senior partners. We both answer to Madam Eloise.

**Barnes:** Who's Madam Eloise?

**Anders:** I've never met her in person, I've never even seen her face! All I know is she's a woman in her forties, I think. Always wears a red dress with black heels. Speaks with a southern accent. That's all I know about her, I swear on my mother's grave!

**Barnes:** Fine then. It's enough. Now, where's your main base?

**Anders:** We move around. We don't stay in one spot for more than a week or so. Right now, we've set up shop in Jacksonville, this hotel called Hyatt Regency. The next auction is being held in the dining room there in two days.

**Barnes:** Good boy. I'll enjoy taking my time with your friends. I've got a lot more toys to try out.

**Anders:** Bastards! I hope you enjoy your reserved seat in Hell!

**Barnes:** Well, if I am damned, tell the Devil to save me a seat.

*(sound of metal slicing and gurgling as Barnes slits Anders' throat)*