Fifty Pushups Miss ☑️

Ch77 Another Long Night

Day 2

2000 hours

Second session with Nick starts.
I feel like I'll pass out already.

I knocked at the door of the horrific interrogation hall.

"Don't get in if you haven't done your task."
Shit.

"Permission to explain, Coach."
"Nope. Go back and get it. This is your extra time."

How to convince him now?
"Permission to explain, Coach."
I pressed.

This time I didn't hear his voice, but I heard the door being opened.
He stood with hands crossed.

"You better have a good explanation, otherwise I might actually use a few of these equipments." he said nodding towards the wall.

I stopped breathing.
I wasn't afraid to be on the receiving end of that torture - I've seen much worse. I was scared to be on the giving end.
And Nick has silently promised to make me do things I'll never do willingly.

"Explain yourself now." his tone was pissed.

"The recording is no more."
I said looking down, not wanting to see his anger.

"You're lying." his tone had the cut.

"Colonel told me this himself."
I said without stammering.

"You told him you want it?"
"Yes coach."

He was surprised for a moment, but composed himself back.

"And?"
"He said its no more. I didn't ask anything else."

Just then his phone rang.

"Did you mention about me?" he asked in a hurry, while the phone was still ringing.
"No, coach."

He ran and picked it up.
"Yes, sir."
That's father.

"Yes sir I did."
.

"Yes sir. No other intention."
.

"Right sir."
.

"No sir. Not again."
.

"Yes sir."
With that, he kept the receiver down.
I was still wondering what did he say.
But how did he come to know that Nick made me do it?
Ofcourse he does. Why would I ask for it, out of nowhere?

"He deleted it right after he heard it and filtered the important info. I'm surprised you had the guts to ask him directly without mentioning my name."
Thank god atleast he trusts me that I tried.

"Since you failed at the task given to you..."
What?
"... you need to compensate."

Why rub it in my face? I'll have to do anything you say, compensation or no compensation.

"What should I do to compensate, coach?"

"Create another recording."
Oh goodness. Those two weeks were hell. I don't think I'm mentally ready to go through them again.

"Another recording... Coach?"
I asked hesitantly, my mind running wild towards the path I dreaded.

"Yes. List out the instruments that were used on you." he said pointing towards the wall.
Nick say it already!
I know what you're thinking.
I will not do what you are planning to make me do.

Not having any option, I turned around and looked at the wall.
Hair at the back of my neck stood in attention remembering those days.
I felt like I'm losing it.

"Almost every blunt instrument." I said with my heart beats rising.

It was too much to bear.
The pain I went through, and the orders he is about to give me - it's more than what my mind could control right now.