the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

accurate answers

The following day I was blindfolded again and marched into an interrogation room, being chained to a chair bolted into the ground immediately. The blindfold was removed and to my dismay I was surrounded by ghouls clad in similar attire as the ones earlier. They were equipped with bludgeoning tools, including leather belts. The same leader who had interrogated me earlier stepped in front of me.
"Answer these questions honestly," he warned. "Or you'll get another beating you won't forget." Despite panic rising in my chest I struggled to keep a rational mind. I needed to analyze the situation and evaluate my options and their outcomes. Perhaps the most sensible course of action was saying partial truths, the merit of them masking their deceit.

"You were driving a car," he said. "Where were you going?"

What were my options? I could admit to traveling to the town in my direction but surely he would ask my intentions and I doubted he would accept an innocuous answer. CCG investigators were trained to utilize all resources and time efficiently, nothing was ever wasted. I could admit to the former confession of going to the town then follow through with an answer of surveying the area, seeking to find another gang. If I could give the impression that I was seeking to infiltrate the Merdetaros would they spare me with the idea of having a common enemy? Surely they would ask for my information on the gang - which I did have, so would that actuality be sufficient? I was under pressure to answer so I went with the latter option impulsively.

"Surveying the area to become familiar with its geography and culture in order to infiltrate the Merdetaros." I answered with pseudo confidence to give the illusion of sincerity.

"Why?"

"They are involved in violence against human civilians, as the objective of the CCG is to counter that."

"So is every gang, does that mean you plan to infiltrate us next?"
Shit. At my pause a ghoul behind me lashed my bare back with its belt, the pain was explosive and stung viciously. I clamped my mouth shut to keep from whimpering.

"The Merdetaros pose a more significant threat because they are closer to the vicinity of Tokyo therefore have a stronger influence and have more military strength than neighboring ones. The CCG does not have enough units to oppose every gang," I answered, this time my voice shaking with pain.

"How did you find out about the Merdetaros's activities?"

"We have sources that directly observe them."

"Are you a person who tries to obtain information which might involve us?"

"No, my duty was surveying the landscape specifically."

"You just said you seek to understand culture, meaning you're trying to extract information by investigating the behavior of people. why else would you do that?" I got another lash and I couldn't help but whimper to myself.

"By culture I meant we wanted to understand the area's general mentality to get a sense of how the gangs affect civilians. Which then gives us an increased incentive and evidence to encroach on the Merdetaros specifically," I responded, my voice shaking.

"How many CCG units are there?"

"50 units operating within a 30 mile radius." Fuck, I shouldn't have specified a radius, fucking idiot! As anticipated he asked the following question.

"50 units, huh? Then why have I only heard of 2 battles in which CCG members were involved, there are countless ghouls in this area, surely there would be more casualties?" I got lashed again and I felt the skin on my back becoming even more raw than before.

"Our tactic is to survey the area before we engage with the enemy to make them predictable."

"When do the CCG plan to take belligerent action?"

"A week from today when we complete our survey." Fuck I was answering questions rapidly out of fear of being whipped, how stupid, I knew I was losing.

"How long have they been surveying?"

"2 weeks. The operation has been drawn out to make information and locations as confirmed as possible."

"What locations have you discovered?"

" A prime Merdetaros base is located 15 miles from here." I got whipped again and I cringed as the leather bit into my back.

"You only confirmed one base in 2 weeks? Get real, I'm done with your bullshit - lock her up. She can starve to death for all I care, useless cunt." They unchained me from the chair (my hands were still restrained) and dragged me back to the room, throwing me in with anger. My back was bleeding profusely. I was in tears not only in pain but in fury at my idiocy. When were the Merdetaros going to infiltrate this base? it was my only hope.