Nolle Prosequi

Despite the Inspector and his men pleading desperately like children, the Chief remained unyielding.

“Start slapping them already!” he commanded his men in a cold tone.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

For a full hour, the only sounds were the resounding echoes of hands colliding forcefully with chins and the agonized screams that followed.

One, two, three… One thousand!

They were really slapped a thousand times. Before the end of the count, some had become unconscious, their faces completely bruised and swollen. They looked like disfigured amoebas. The Chief is really a man of his words!

“Throw then into the van and take them to prison!” the inspector his voice indifferent like he had not just given the most brutal instruction of the year.

The men held the unconscious men like goods into the police Van and drove off.

August was so thrilled after watching the whole scene. “They got what they deserved,” he justified his slight chuckle. He seemed to be the only one appeased with what had just happened
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