I could still hear him laugh after closing the door behind him as he left. Tomorrow that new interrogator would come, and I had no answers to give them. Now was the time I had to get out of here. It was now or never. "You will not know fear. Fear kills the mind..." I tried again to free myself from the chains that kept me hanging and a little more dust fell.
A few hours later, when only the intense and continuous pain of the swollen wrists prevented me from falling asleep, I heard a crunch over my head. Soon, I heard it again. Then I collapsed on the ground. The chains and some of the plaster from the ceiling fell on me. So many jumps, so many attempts, so many absurd litanies... and I had freed myself. How many times did I repeat to myself that, if I thought there was no escape, I was im
