My intel led me to an abandoned industrial where the a corrupt kingpin was holed up. My backup hasn't arrived, but I am armed and experienced so I enter alone. As I am opening a door, the big bald man pops out - Freeze!! I demand and hold him at point. Hands up mister you are under arrest! I march him out with my g at his back and suddenly he turns and grabs me with an arm around my throat wrestling the * out of my hand and choking me. I kick and fight but his hand tightens around my neck and I choke and gurgle as the fight leaves me and I fall to the ground. I wake up by water throw...

My intel led me to an abandoned industrial where the a corrupt kingpin was holed up. My backup hasn't arrived, but I am armed and experienced so I enter alone. As I am opening a door, the big bald man pops out - Freeze!! I demand and hold him at point. Hands up mister you are under arrest! I march him out with my g at his back and suddenly he turns and grabs me with an arm around my throat wrestling the * out of my hand and choking me. I kick and fight but his hand tightens around my neck and I choke and gurgle as the fight leaves me and I fall to the ground. I wake up by water thrown into my face. I realize I am tightly bound with my arms crushed together behind a chair and a rope wrapped around my neck. The brutal bastard unzips my police uniform and gropes my tits while he interrogates me. Who is your informant he demands to know. I devise a lie and he begins to torment me for details roughly slapping me and gripping the neck rope until my head turns red. I kick and gag and spew a story - it was a tall black man with a tear drop tattoo I say, but he knows it is bullshit and I've pushed him too far. I grabs my legs and wraps rope tightly around my ankles while I beg him for mercy. I have a family!! Please no!!! He tires of hearing y pleas and shoves a rag deeply into my mouth securing it in wrapping vet wrap around my head. I scream through the gag as he shows me my fate ... the bastard attaches an empty paint bucket to a pulley and hooks it to the rope wrapped around my throat. The bucket dangles in front of me s-l-o-w-l-y filling with water. As the bucket fills it becomes harder to breath and I frantically kick at the bucket trying to spill it over. My attempts become feeble as my demise becomes inevitable.