Jan 3, 2016
Moran coughed, blood and spittle dripping down his chin. He was slumped into his seat, being kept upright because his wrists were cuffed together around the back of the chair. Another slap cut past his face, more blood and saliva flying across the room.
If they thought a couple of punches would break him, they were wrong. These guys knew Moran was trained to withstand torture, so he expected this was only the light treatment he was going to get.
‘Go on --,’ Moran groaned and spat saliva and blood onto the floor. ‘Let’s get straight to waterboarding -- you’re waisting my time --’