The twist

The twist ( more questions than answers)

Detective Grinch followed his earlier lead, down a dark alley and threw an eye at every person he came across. The place was mostly deserted, something not uncommon in the east side of the city, though he could hear a little noise not too far.

He retrieved his weapon in readiness but was thrown back by a huge blast of air as a huge explosion struck momentarily blinding him.

He had not anticipated this & was now lying helplessly on the floor.

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The east side of the city was the most infamous part in the city. Boasting of the police post, the courts and the city prison, most people avoided that part of the city best as they could.

Moraa had been here once, to record a statement after coming from the hospital. The huge, green ghostly police station stared at her. Today she would be its occupant.

Today she was not here on the good side of the law. And this meant she received far much worse scrutiny. Yet her mind was yet to come to terms with the whole drama.

The blinding flicks of the camera's, the gasps from the mourners, their look of horror were all too much for her to bear.

One moment of glory for her had turned out to one day in her life she would not wish to ever live again under any circumstances.

She had been shamed in the full glare of the media and during one of the most followed event. Not even enough respect for the lost souls from the cops.

Walking under such tight security, hands in cuffs was one thing she associated with movies and armed robbers not a college suspect.

Worse, chances were she would not be able to show her face in public leave alone redeem her reputation even if she was found innocent. The news hungry rumour monglers were by now basking in glory of tearing her apart.

Moraa, sat by the floor in the corner cell. Grim steel bars, dampness around and stares from other inmates brought shivers in her body.

She saw how her appearance in the police station had brought a bee hive of activities, the stares and how a few people spit as she passed.

How she had transformed from an adored celebrity and survivor to a hated suspect was a good indication on how untrustworthy people could be.

Now all those people who had wanted to be associated with her earlier, the fake relatives and broke ass friends only interested in gains left her bones to dry. They put up denial, some even deleting photos they had forced her to pose in.

Evening slowly clocked in. Moraa had retreated to a corner and hurdled there. Avoiding the television in the distance that seemed to interest the rest of the inmates.

Her reason for doing this was because she was now the topic in all major broadcast stations. Even the local less listened to were now picking up her story.

The huge steel doors to her cell were opened noisily by a female cop who looked hatefully at her, cuffed her arms and started pushing her towards a different section at the station.

Moraa, read the huge board labelling the brown rusty doors leading to the clumsy room she was pushed into. " Anti terror crime unit" the blunt initials read.

Her new room was far much worse than the latter. A low ceiling, dimly lit, barely enough oxygen around and a spell of doom and gloom around, this was probably some torture chambers.

Her fears were confirmed when the serious looking female cop informed her to undress completely and sit on the steel chair in the middle of the room.

Moraa obeyed, hands shaking as she slowly undid buttons to her suit and stepped out of it.

She slowly folded them, ignoring the smirk in the officer's expression.

She stepped out of her panties then snapped off her bra and threw them to the floor. She gasped, sitting on the ice cold steel chair naked to the core.

The officer, strapped a pair of white gloves on herself and ran a full body search on her.

She was a little rough.

Moraa endured, making a mental note to ensure none of this was going to go without consequences whatsoever.

She sat in the steel chair unmoving as the officer left, only to return a few minutes after.

A huge horse pipe in hand, the female officer stood grinning at the entrance to the torture room. Moraa stared in shock, not comprehending what was going on.

Before she could utter anything, the officer opened the tap to the pipe causing a huge spray of extremely cold water to rain on Moraa.

Her body trembled, shaking momentarily as her teeth cluttered in reaction.

A second spray to her chest forced her to shivers as she stood shaking restlessly.

"So this is how i communicate little miss", a hoarse thundering voice emanated from the grim faced officer.

She let the words sink in, splashed a new spray of the cold water on Moraa before continuing,

" We know you are not telling the whole story, faking the good girl innocent vibe won't help. Spit", she insisted with a smile.

Moraa, stammered trembling now and only managed to utter she had no idea what was happening.

However the conviction in the lady officer's voice had started to grow a doubt in Moraa's mind on all this issue.

Her thoughts were interrupted harshly by more sprays from the body chilling water.

She cursed, regretting it afterwards as the officer walked to her, spanked her ass roughly before resuming her older position by the door and continuing the water torture.

"Reflect harder, think of everything you did, anyone you met and tell me what i need to know little miss", the officer thundered one more time.

Moraa stared dizziness slowly overcoming her, she had no idea about playing any role in the blast and even worse was the fact that she had lost her memory.

A huge splash of the cold water hit her head, awakening her for a few seconds, a flash of memory passing through her mind before she passed out. She damn as well knew she was fucked and this time she was in deep shit.

But things only got worse the next day when she was faced by the famous officer Grinch, a man who didn't seem to be in a happy mood.

He needed answers.