"Here, have some water. You are sweating a lot. It isn't too hot here, is it ?"

"Shut up. How many till now ?"

"I'm bad in maths"

"Don't worry. I'll give you some free classes. Its five till now. You understand five, don't you? one..two..three..four.. and five. Thats not much on the fingers but don't worry they will earn you a long vacation in the prison."

"Remarkable how all cops think and speak the same shitty way."

"Oh, you know a lot about cops. Do you?"

"Those five you counted were all cops."

"What? They are cops?"

"were actually. Now they are just rotten corpses in the refrigerator."

"You asshole. You bloody bastard. You are gonna have it real hard."

"They all said the same thing."

"Oh really? You smart-mouth ass."

"You finished your drink?"

"Like hell I did. Now put your hands up. I'm arresting you."

"No need of that."

"And why do you think is that?"

"Because you will die the same way they all did"

"Shut the fuck up and put your....."

"Your throat must be drying up isn't it? Yeah it starts like that."

"y..o...uu....."

"Don't stress yourself. Its clean and simple. At least for me. I don't like the sight of blood you see. Had my finger cut when I was a kid and bled a lot. From that day I kinda fear blood"

"........argh..."

"Its easy from now. You don't feel anything, just lay there waiting for me to end it. You are lucky, I bought a new baseball bat just yesterday. You get to use it first."
"And by the way make it one..two..three...four...five and you six."

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