Interrogation Joker Novels & Stories

“Such a fool, an utter stupid one but then, I am thinking if I can slap you hard and awake from the lies and delusion that you are currently driving and at a lost into, JK.” THE door opens, slowly and with the tone and hint of oppressing, controlling and amuse by that fact. A little torture, gaining something without any exchange nor a price. The person that is long trap, captive and being dwindled by his core and energy, JK draws a cunning smile and greeted him as usual. “How have you been? Still holding on to your dear life, Sagittarius holder, Aaron.”

“Don’t hold back. We need answers.” “If I do this, if I am the one to interrogate,” “I know your price, Maverick. We will loop you in. On everything.” He gives me a pointed look before I nod. It’s rare for him to employ me to do interrogations. Usually, it is only when they can’t get the answers the nice way that they ask me to step in. My hatred of rogues is well known and I feel zero guilt for the things I have done to the assholes who feel killing innocent people is okay.

"I came here not to make you admit that you killed someone. You have a habit of retrieving the toys, but not throwing them away, so the fingerprints and blood of the deceased are still on the toys." "It's impossible. I cleaned the toys that I have retrieved at least 3 times. It's impossible to have any blood or fingerprints on them," Joker said. The atmosphere in the monitor room outside the interrogation room immediately livened up. "He admitted to it! Stella really knows her way around it. She has only entered for a short while, but she has already gotten the answer. She's awesome," Edwin said with admiration. "He refused to spill anything no matter what we did, but Stella got the answer e

Soon, I thought. Suddenly, another guy came walking in with a Saints jacket on. He was holding a stack of papers. Joker nodded at him. "Thanks, Jaden." Joker said as he took the papers from him. "These are treaties that you will sign giving up all your rights to the girls and all rights of retaliation. You will sign these or we will torture you. It's that simple." Joker decreed. "I will never sign that!" I spat. Joker shrugged. "Then it's going to be a long night for you." he replied with a sickly smile.

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

"I understand! I will get in touch with the Public Relations Department and the media to sort this out now." A glaring beam of white light shone on Jasper. He had been sitting in the interrogation room at the police station for three whole hours. Yet. there wasn't a single hint of tiredness on his face. His suit remained neat, and he was still sitting with his back upright. He was a perfect example of someone who wouldn't crack under pressure. After some time, the door to the interrogation room opened. Rio and another police officer strutted in. Rio slammed a test report down in front of Jasper. With an icy look on his face and an intimidating gaze, he announced, "The results are out. You ha

I replied. “You don't look like you are going to come over it. Your healing process would really take a long time. I saw you inside the interrogation room, and with your reactions now, I think that whatever was discussed there must have a thing to do with your reactions now. So what exactly is the matter with you?” Jasper demanded. “I just told you, I'm fine,” I said. “But you don't look like you are,” Jasper interrupted.

He has not spoken to anyone since. I stand on the other side of the door and I watch. He is sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his arms resting on his knees. He does not look injured. The pack does not torture prisoners but he looks tired. The kind of tiredness that comes from being asked the same questions over and over, from holding the same answers behind your teeth for days on end. The interrogator is inside with him. One of the senior wolves, a man named Garrick who has been breaking down prisoners since before I was born. He circles the cell slowly, his voice low, patient.

“ Did the douche bag FBI agent interview all of you too ? “ Joker asked it was the only thing we hadn’t disclosed who had done each of our interviews. We all nod and he shakes his head “ Man we need to figure this shit out this person knew that warehouse was ours , they’re upping their game to get us sent the the hole “ he comments. “ We will talk shop tomorrow , too many ears around here “ I state and take a drink of my beer.

I heard him mumble with a small smile. I smiled back weakly as I sat up on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair. “Are you okay?” he asked, lowering himself to the mattress. His thumb brushed my hair from my cheek and then he leaned forward, kissing me, softly. I couldn’t help but kiss him back and I sighed into his lips, feeling so much better. When we parted, I forced a smile. “How did the interrogation go?” He huffed a humorless breath. “It was complete bullshit,” he answered. “They ran through the same questions four different ways, like repeting them would make a new answer pop out.”