“Hold him Agent! Make sure his arms are down and that he is tilted back. This isn’t your first rodeo.”
“I’m trying. This fucker is putting up a hell of a fight….Alright. We’re ready to go.”
Asif Sheik struggled as a wet towel was held firmly over his face. He tried to struggle but his arms and legs were bound and immobile. Before he knew it, the ice cold water began pouring over his face. After mere seconds, Asif’s lungs were on fire. Despite all of his resistance, he could move a limb an inch.
After what felt like an eternity, the Agent ripped the towel off of his face. Asif vomited water, and began gulping in air. Asif was an average man, roughly 5’9 who had long unkempt hair as well as a long beard he kept meticulously maintained.
The Agent, who only went by “Hardin” spoke, “Alright Asif. How long have you been here in Cuba?” Asif slowly caught his breath and was finally able to mutter, “five years.”
Hardin was a large, buff, and bearded military type. He wore combat pants, a black t-shit that hugged his massive muscles, and wore a backwards ballcap with sunglasses.
“Five years? Damn. Been a long time. The beauty of this place though is that you can stay here until you die if we wish. Benefit of you having an unlawful enemy combatant status. Shoot, I’ll probably die of old age before you get out of here after what you did.”
“I did what needed to be done to purge the Islamic State of you Infidels.” Asif muttered under his breath.
“Infidels? In the Islamic State? I didn’t know that the Islamic State owned Florida” Hardin said sarcastically. “Is that why you blew up that hotel in Miami? Killing 80 “Infidels” in Miami Beach? That really helped the cause in Syria.”
“You filth needed to be taught a lesson. Nowhere is safe. We can attack you anywhere.”
“Sure you can buddy. But now we own your ass.” Hardin chuckled in response. “We have every right to hold you here indefinitely until the day you die….Or…if you give us the name of all of your conspirators…we can formally charge you with terrorism, sentence you to a single month of additional time and give you a credit for the time you already served.”
“Wait what?” Asif questioned. “One month? You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious” Hardin smiled, “of course the month sentence comes with some additional punishments?”
“Punishments? What are you talking about?”
Hardin pulled out his phone and began to go on a tirade, “Are you familiar with the Thirteenth Amendment Asif? You probably aren’t but it abolished slavery here in the United States. Something you savages still allow. However…if you look at the text, you’ll see that it actually allows involuntary servitude as a punishment for a crime. So…if you want to take our offer, you’ll spend a month in involuntary servitude, and you will be free to go back home to Yemen. Don’t you have a wife back there? In fact, we will even fly you there, pick up your old lady, and put you somewhere of your choosing in the Middle East. A complete startover. All I need are those names and locations.”
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