They all smile.
Moustache jumps up. Moustache brings his handcuffed fist down on to the top of your right hand.
You scream.
‘Put your hands back,’ says Sandy.
You put them back on the table.
‘Flat,’ says Sandy.
You try to lie them down flat.
‘Nasty,’ says Moustache.
‘You should get that seen to,’ says Sandy.
They both smile at you.
Sandy stands up. He goes out of the room.
Maurice follows him.
Moustache says nothing. He just stares.
Your right hand is red and throbbing.
Sandy comes back in with a blanket. He puts it over your shoulders. He sits back down. He takes out a packet of JPS from his sports jacket. He offers one to Moustache.
Moustache takes out a lighter. He lights both their cigarettes.
They sit back. They blow smoke at you.
Your hands are shaking.
Moustache leans forward. Moustache dangles the cigarette over your right hand. Moustache rolls it back and forth between two fingers.
Your hand is twitching -
You pull your hand back a bit.
Moustache reaches forward. Moustache grabs your right wrist. Moustache holds down your right hand. Moustache stubs his cigarette out in the bruises on the back of your hand.
You scream.
Moustache lets go of your wrist. Moustache sits back.
‘Put your hands flat,’ says Sandy.
You put them flat on the table.
The room stinks of burnt skin -
Moustache sweeps the ash and tobacco off the table.
‘Another?’ says Sandy.
‘Don’t mind if I do,’ says Moustache. He takes a second JPS from the packet. He lights the cigarette. He stares at you. He leans forward. He begins again to dangle the cigarette over your hand.
You stand up: ‘What do you want?’
‘Sit down,’ says Sandy.
‘Tell me what you want!’
‘Sit down.’
You sit down.
Moustache and Sandy stand up.
‘Stand up,’ says Sandy.
You stand up.
‘Eyes front.’
You stare straight ahead.
‘Don’t move.’
You don’t move.
Moustache and Sandy put the three chairs and the table to the side. Maurice opens the door. They step outside into the corridor.
You can hear screaming -
Laughter -
They close the door.
You stand in the centre of the room. You stare at the white wall. You are naked. You want a piss. You listen to the screaming. You listen to the laughter. You listen to the barking. You do not move. You close your eyes.
The door opens again. Moustache and Sandy come back in.
Maurice does not.
Moustache and Sandy walk around you in silence.
They smell of drink and curry. They smell of sweat.
They bring the chairs and the table back to the centre of the room.
Moustache puts a chair behind you. He says: ‘Sit down.’
You sit down opposite Sandy.
Moustache picks up the blanket from the floor. He puts it over your shoulders.
Sandy lights a cigarette. He says: ‘Put your palms flat on the desk.’
‘Please tell me what you want.’
‘Just put your palms flat.’
You put your palms flat on the desk.
Moustache walks about behind you.
Sandy puts a brown paper package on the table. He opens it. He takes out a pistol. He lays it down on the table. He smiles at you.
Moustache stops walking about. He stands behind you.
‘Eyes front,’ says Sandy.
You stare straight ahead.
Sandy jumps up. Sandy pins your wrists down.
Moustache grabs the blanket. Moustache twists it around your face.
You fall forward off the chair. You cough. You choke. You are unable to breathe. You hit the edge of the table -
Sandy holds down your wrists.
Moustache twists the blanket around your face.
You kneel on the floor. You cough. You choke. You are unable to breathe.
Sandy lets go of your wrists.
You spin round in the blanket into the wall -
Moustache throws off the blanket. He picks you up by your hair. He stands you against the wall.
‘Turn around, eyes front.’
You turn around.
Sandy has the pistol in his right hand.
Moustache has some bullets. He is throwing them up. He is catching them.
‘Maurice says the cunt wants to die,’ whispers Moustache. ‘So just make it look like he topped himself.’
Sandy holds the pistol with both hands at arm’s length. He points the gun at the side of your head.
You close your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Sandy pulls the trigger -
