[ WP ] Describe a brutal torture from the point of view of the torturer .

`` I wo n't ask you again! Where is Saddam Hussein?'' 
 
 Silence. 
 
 `` Do it.'' 
 
 I watched as Agent Jones poured a few quarts of water over the bag on the soldier's head. Samir knew where Hussein was. I knew it in my gut, but I also knew that he would be harder to break than most. We'd been going at it like animals for over an hour, pulling teeth and fingernails, electrocuting, beating, cutting, all while waterboarding him. I was n't worried, though. I had all the time in the world. 
 
 Some choking. A grunt. And, finally, some words. 
 
 `` Please... stop... I know nothing... I swear it,'' Samir coughed. 
 
 `` Samir,'' I said calmly, almost compassionately, `` I want this to stop just as bad as you do. I really do. But I do n't have the power to make it stop. You are the only one who can make it stop. You're the boss here. You have the power to end it. No more pain, no more suffering. Just tell us what we want to know, and you'll be on your way.'' 
 
 There was a long silence before Samir spoke again. `` No Guantanamo?'' 
 
 `` No Guantanamo,'' I replied. My words were sincere. He was Saddam's bodyguard, not a terrorist. Why would we needlessly screw the poor bastard over even more? 
 
 `` Okay... okay... Saddam... is in a bunker just north of al-Masir.'' 
 
 Agent Jones looked at me and smiled a sick, wry grin. `` What do you think, Bob? Is our friend here telling the truth?'' 
 
 `` We cleared out that bunker two weeks ago you son of a bitch. Break his nose.'' 
 
 The screams and crush of bones as Agent Jones stomped grinded against my ear like nails on a chalkboard. When he was done, Samir no longer looked human. Agent Jones picked up another bucket of water and poured it over the black bag on Samir's head. 
 
 `` Come on man, where is he? I'm not getting any younger here. Samir. Samir?'' 
 
 Silence. 
 
 I poked him with my foot. Nothing. `` Goddamnit Jones, you killed another one.'' 
 
 `` What now, Bob?'' That sick bastard Jones chuckled, unfazed. 
 
 `` Tell Sergeant Gomez to bring in the next guy. And for the love of God, do n't kill this one.''
