Life is war. War is politics. Politics is life.
He was strapped to the seat. His was body was twitching due to the recent electrocution.
The person sitting opposite to him was staring at him, deep in thought.
"How are you feeling?"
He didn't reply. His eyes were dilating and was drooling.
"Who are you from now?" He asked him.
Still no reply.
The man sitting opposite to him pressed a switch as the strapped person started shouting and convulsing as the electricity flowed through him. And then he fell unconscious. Now at peace. Away from the nightmare and drifting into a sweet reality for him. Anything away from this hell was reality for him.
The man rose and injected a syringe. In ten seconds the torture subject came alive. Back in the nightmare.
"Who is a criminal, 24?"
"Someone who commits a crime, sir."
"What is a crime, 24?"
"Some bad deed, sir. Like... Like killing someone, sir."
"Except when, 24?"
"When you kill for your country, sir."
The psychologist then smiled and sat back on his seat.
"And what is your country, 24?" He enquired.
"This building sir."
"Will you use your training for killing this country's foes, 24?"
"Yes sir. I won't even let them bark."
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