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"A Few Hours: The Silent Type"


Sophie sat nervously inside a small, dark room as she looked around for a possible way out. A single lamp dangled from the ceiling and dimly lit Sophie and the chair she sat upon. She continued to look around the room hoping for a means of egress, but the room had no windows and a lone door which had been locked from the outside. Sophie waited patiently, wondering what might be in her immediate future.


After several unnervingly long minutes of patiently waiting, Sophie could hear the door unlock from the outside and the knob slowly turned. The door creaked open and a ray of light beamed into the dark room. Sophie squinted her eyes as a large man entered the room and quickly shut the door behind him.


The man pulled a cigarette from the pack in his shirt pocket and stuck the butt in his mouth. He then reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a lighter and lit the end of the cigarette. He paused for a moment and stared at Sophie before reaching into his pocket to offer her a cigarette. Sophie looked with a face of slight disgust and just shook her head ‘no’.


The man shrugged and put the pack back in his pocket and crossed his arms while squinting at Sophie. He took a long drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke upward toward the ceiling.

“Okay miss, I want you to tell me everything you know.” The man said in a deep and gravelly voice.

“Who was there. How you knew about the meeting. What your connection is. EVERYTHING.” He continued.


Sophie just sat in her chair, looking upward at the man and kept her mouth shut. The man stood patiently as he widened his eyes slightly, in hopes of persuading Sophie to open up about her experience.

“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” The man said reassuringly, but Sophie just shifted her weight in her chair and began to look around the room.


“Miss, things are going to be A LOT easier for you if you just cooperate.” The man said with a slight bit of frustration in his voice.

“Now tell me what you know.” He said, raising his voice slightly. Sophie looked up toward the man and began to open her mouth, but then just licked her lips slightly in an attempt to annoy the man even further. The man sighed with frustration and took another drag from his cigarette. The smoke began to permeate through the room and illuminate under the single lamp that was hanging from the ceiling of the room.


“We’re going to get our information one way or another. Make it easy on yourself Sweetheart and tell me everything you know.” The man said as his frustrations with Sophie’s stubbornness began to mount. Sophie could smell the odor of the burning cigarette as it lingered through the room. She raised her fist to her mouth and began coughing sarcastically.


The man, frustrated with Sophie’s exaggerated performance, threw his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it furiously.

“Alright girlie. You don’t wanna talk? Then you’re not gonna talk.” He said as he began to lean in close to Sophie.

“We have ways of dealing with women like you.” He said as he turned toward the door and banged on it with his fist three times. Another man opened the door from the outside to let the first man out. They close the door behind them as Sophie can hear their muffled conversation from out in the hallway.

“This is going nowhere. She doesn’t wanna talk? She’s in for a real treat then. Bring her…’downstairs’.” The man said with an inflection in his voice as the two men began to laugh maliciously while walking away from the door.



A very short time later, Sophie finds herself locked in a dungeon cell and the captive of a heinous and inescapable Siltex Restraint suit. Her arms have been welded securely behind her back and her legs strapped into a kneeling position. A thick and secure leather muzzle has been fastened tightly over her face and lips, rendering her mouth utterly useless.


Sophie tries to struggle, but her suit has her completely incapacitated. The victim of a treacherous imprisonment, Sophie can do nothing but struggle for a freedom that she could never attain. The sound of Sophie’s chains jingle as she moans helplessly in an effort to free herself from her indefinite captivity.


Sophie immediately regrets not speaking up when she had the chance, because now, she couldn’t speak if she wanted to. Unfortunately for her, it’s too late to come clean and reveal what she knew. What she saw. Now, all she can is the inside of a cell as her interrogation has ended in hopelessness. Sophie tries desperately to shout for help, but her sealed and muzzled mouth lets out a nearly silent whimper. Sophie’s forfeited freedom of speech, a privilege that she longed to be returned, but has been taken from her permanently.


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