Field report: Interrogation with handcuffs
The day of the interrogation began like any other in prison, but I sensed that something was different. The guards came early and took me out of my cell, leading me through the cold corridors to the interrogation room. The atmosphere was tense and oppressive. Every step echoed loudly in the empty corridors.
Two officers were waiting for me in the interrogation room. The room was spartanly furnished, with just a table and a few chairs. The walls were bare, without windows, and the air was stuffy. I was placed on a chair and without a word they handcuffed me to the table. The cold metal cut into my skin and reminded me how little control I had over my situation.
The officers sat down opposite me. They began with their questions, calmly at first, then increasingly aggressively. The handcuffs held me captive in my position, my hands strapped to the table. Every movement was restricted and the metal clanked every time I tried to move.
The questions came at me, relentless and sharp. The officers gave me no respite, demanded answers and pressured me to confess. The shackles intensified the feeling of powerlessness and oppression. Every minute that passed felt like an eternity. My wrists began to ache, but that was nothing compared to the mental pressure I was under.
At some point, time seemed to stand still. I felt like I was in a vacuum, trapped in this small room, bound and at the mercy of others. The table I was tied to became a symbol of my captivity and helplessness.
After hours of interrogation that felt like days, the officers finally stood up. Without another word, they took off the handcuffs. My wrists were red and aching, but the relief of being free again outweighed the pain. I was taken back to my cell, exhausted and mentally drained.
This interrogation left me with a deep scar. The experience of being shackled and interrogated is something you don’t easily forget. It made me even more aware of the harshness and ruthlessness of the system and reminded me how fragile freedom really is.