Prisoner’s Dilemma, Pt. 19

The Grey Man stares at Jimmy in silence for a long moment. Jimmy maintains his bravado for as long as he able, but the Grey Man’s stony face begins to wear him down, and at last he blinks and looks away.

The Grey Man smiles. His smile becomes a sneer.


There? Do you see? Do you see how quick you cracked? You couldn’t even look me in the eye for more than a couple seconds. How long do you think it’ll be once you’ve gone a couple days without food or sleep? How long once we bring Robert back in here for round two? Or maybe we’ll let him have a go at you, instead. I think he’d like that, don’t you?

The Grey Man pats Jimmy gently on the cheek. He bends down to pick up the pillowcase, stands up, and pulls it down over Jimmy’s head, drawing it down tight and securing it with a bit of string.


Sit there and think about that for a while. We’ll be back to check on you, and if you’re ready to talk, you can let us know. Might be a couple hours. Or a day. Or a week. Or maybe you’ll starve to death in that chair. It’s all the same to us.

The Grey Man walks towards the lone door in the room, reaches it, pauses a moment, and turns back to address Jimmy one last time.


I’ll give you this. I really thought you would have cracked already. I don’t know what it is that’s keeping your mouth shut, but it most really be important to you.


What a shame.

The Grey Man leaves, the door slamming shut behind him. Jimmy is alone in his chair.



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