The Extreme Interrogation of Goddess with human trafficker

Goddess K, the most feared special interrogator officer, was known for her extreme methods. She had a reputation for making even the toughest criminals talk, and those who didn't often ended up dead. When a human trafficker, tied to a chair in an interrogation room, saw her walk in, he thought she was just another officer he could intimidate. But he couldn't have been more wrong.

Goddess K, dressed in a black leather dress and boots, walked towards him with a fierce look in her eyes. Before he could even react, she kicked him in the face with a massive force, sending him and the chair crashing to the floor. She continued to kick him, again and again, until his face was covered in blood.

"Do you want to talk now, or shall we continue?" she asked, her voice cold and cruel.

The human trafficker, his face bruised and swollen, remained silent. Goddess K called for two lady constables and ordered them to strip him completely naked. They laughed as they did so, telling him that he was about to meet his maker.

Goddess K left the room, returning with a bag full of torture instruments. She pulled out a tool used to pull out nails, and the human trafficker screamed in pain as she slowly pulled out each nail, one by one. She then crushed his fingers with her boots, causing him to cry out in agony.

"Please, have mercy!" he begged. "I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

But Goddess K was relentless. She ordered the constables to bring out a whip, and she and the other women took turns beating the human trafficker for what seemed like hours. They only stopped when he was barely conscious, covered in welts and bruises.

Goddess K then shocked him with electricity while he was peeing, sending him into a fit of convulsions. He begged for mercy, but Goddess K only laughed.

"Mercy is for the weak," she said. "And you are anything but weak."

Finally, the human trafficker broke. He told Goddess K everything she wanted to know, including the location of the girls he had been trafficking. A rapid response team was sent to the location, and they were able to save 75 girls from a life of misery.

But Goddess K wasn't done with him yet. She continued to torture him for seven days straight, until he begged for death. But the judge gave him a life sentence instead, and now he spends every day in fear, praying that he never has to see Goddess K again.

"Please, Mam, have some mercy," he begged, as she walked into his prison cell. "I'll do anything you say."

Goddess K smiled, but there was no warmth in her eyes. "You should have thought of that before you started trafficking girls," she said.

She ordered him to strip naked and get on his hands and knees. She then proceeded to spit on him, calling him filthy names.

"You're nothing but a piece of shit," she said. "A worthless, disgusting piece of shit."

The human trafficker cried, begging for forgiveness. But Goddess K was not interested in his apologies. She pulled out her baton and began to beat him, hard, on his back and his ass.

"Please, stop!" he cried. "I'm sorry!"

But Goddess K was not one to be swayed by tears or apologies. She continued to beat him, harder and harder, until he was a sobbing mess on the floor.

"Please, Mam, I'll do anything," he begged.

"Anything?" Goddess K asked, a wicked smile on her face.

"Yes, anything," the human trafficker said, desperate to make her stop.

"Then get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness," Goddess K said.

The human trafficker did as he was told, getting on his knees and lowering his eyes in submission.

"Please, Mam, I beg for your forgiveness," he said.

Goddess K smiled, satisfied. She walked out of the cell, leaving the human trafficker on his knees, grateful to be alive.