Monday evening, (Date's not important, believe me...)

A beautiful blonde female officer is walking through a dark hallway of the special imprisonment facility. Two grumpy looking policemen following her, matching her pace perfectly.

At the end of the hallway a heavy metal door. A guy with the typical no expression look, (Like most high security prison guards) stood up and hurriedly opened the door for the  officers.

The female officer gave a quick nod to him and went in with her two followers.

The room is an interrogation chamber. A small sized room only a table and two chairs inside. Chairs are facing each other with the table in the middle. The chair on the right side is for the suspect. And on that chair a middle aged man is sitting, staring at the female officer.

The man has black hair and blue eyes (natural) which you don't see a lot. But his slightly tilted hair touching the corner of his left eye, his slender jawline, pointy nose with lips a bit on the thicker side makes him pretty attractive. At least that's what the female officer was thinking (Maybe the male ones as well, who knows ! Hehe).

She sat down on the opposite chair and the two brutes took position on the two corners of the room behind the man.

The man smiled and asked, "Did you bring the pack?"

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The female officer brings out a pack of cigarette and throws it in front of the man. He takes the pack and unwraps it with his cuffed hands. The hand cuff is a long chained one. Two small holes on the table, each has a side of the cuff sticking out which holds his hands closer to the table making him unable to step further from his position.

He takes a cigarette and puts it in his mouth, then smiles and glares at the officer. She nods at a brute standing in the corner, stiff like a robot. He steps closer and lights his cigarette. The man inhales deep, filling his lungs to the brim with smoke and exhales a satisfying burst of smoke.

-Ah! That hits the spot.

The female officer leans closer on the table.

-Now that you are satisfied let's start recording your confession.

She puts a recorder on the table and presses the record button.

He exhales another batch of fresh smoke in the air and smiles.

-Sure, the story starts 17 years ago when I...

She quickly interrupts him.

-No no no no NO... No one is interested in your biography. You were charged with 12 different charges and some are pretty serious, Murder, Extortion, Kidnap, Blackmail, Rape...

Why, how, when did you do that? That's all you have to say.

He chuckles,

-The answer for that "why" starts with "The story starts 17 years ago when...". Now you decide if you want the answer or not. Cuz either I say it all or I don't confess at all. You can do whatever you want with me.

Saying that he stares at her chest. The first two buttons are undone and her curve is clearly shown.

She notices his gaze but pays no mind to it. He's been in here for the past two days. She personally tortured him trying to get a confession. But didn't get shit out of him. He was staring at her chest most of the time and had an erection! She already got used to his behavior. She has seen and interrogated a fair share of criminals to this date but this one is an oddball for sure.

- Sigh! Fine, start confessing. Whatever the fuck happened 17 years ago?

- That's what I wanted... Brace yourself chicka... It's gonna be a long story.