Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

41 | Ego

Chris's POV

They'd taken me out of the interogation room for now. I was sitting in a holding cell.

I've decided that I'm going to tell them I did it, so we can skip all this interrogation and investigation bullshit. I'm gonna have fun with this though. If I'm admitting to murder, I might as well make it believable.

The detective walked into the room again, for the first time in a few hours.

"You ready to talk?"

I just shrugged. "Do you think I'm ready to talk?"

"I think I'm gonna fucking make you talk."

He unlocked the cell and stepped inside. He closed and locked it behind him.

"There's no camera's back here. I can do whatever I want to you and no one would know."

He stood in front of me, staring me down.

"You think you're all big and tough." He said, taking his baton off of his belt. He extended it and held it at his side. "You think you're fucking untouchable. You're a big bad drug dealer with millions of dollars at his disposal. But you'll crumble. Just like everyone else."

He moved to hit me with the baton, but I grabbed it. The force of it made my hand sting.

I shoved him back against the bars. I pinned him there and looked into his eyes. "I did it."

His eyes widened.

"I killed him and I enjoyed every fucking second of it." I hissed. "You have no idea how good it felt. His blood was so warm. You'll never understand how perfectly satisfying it is, watching someone's life just drain away. How beautiful their cold, dead eyes look. And how perfectly cold their corpse is."

He shoved me away, staring at me, his hair covering his eyes.

"It's fun. It's exhilarating. It's fucking orgasmic. Tell me, detective, have you ever killed someone?"

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I'd been dragged back to the interrogation room where my lawyer was sitting, waiting.

The moment I sat down, he threw his hands up. "You took the fall?"

I shrugged. "I don't want to drag this out."

"So you confess to murder?" He said. "I can't defend you. He has your confession recorded."

"What? He recorded it?"

"Yes, Chris. I heard it. You just fucked yourself."

I groaned, putting my head down on the table. Fuck. I didn't know he recorded it. If I knew he was recording, I wouldn't have said it. Now I'm fucked.

They'll use that confession against me. They'll use my wording against me. They'll try to tie me to other murders. I fucked up bad.

"We'll figure this out. You're not going home though, Chris. I hope you know that."

"I know."

"You have a visitor." He said. He stood up and left the room.

A few minute later, Ricky entered the room. He sat down in front of me. "Hi..."

"Hey." I said. "I'm surprised they let you in."

He just shrugged. He looked upset.