good vs {GOOD} (Jack)

I guess I've taken it a little far when I got the feeling that it was him breaking not me. Even if that was the case I should have just kept my mouth shut because he'll always be the with the longer breath.
He'd the one holding the keys to my cuffs and these damn doors, that keep us all caged up like lions. Scratch that, a lion gets treated better as long as he serves the capitol by killing a few tributes.

I knew I had it coming when I his confused looked changed into a stare filled with such hate that only this look would have sufficed as punishment for a guy like my cell mate.

At first the man only yells all sorts of insults, that don't face me, on top of his lungs. For a moment I hope that this might be the moment he'll start crying and run away. I'm not that lucky though.

Again he urges me to confess to my supposed crime but I shake my head for an answer.
I can see the muscles in his arms tense up before he punches me in the cheek with such brutal force that it makes me want to howl in pain.
'Admit to it and you can walk away.' I hear him say, which actually gets me thinking. Is this really my chance to walk away and go home to my children and Faith. If I admit that I've trespassed I get to go home? My heart is ready to give in just for that little glimpse of hope but my head screams no. It's just a cheap trick to get a confession out of me.
I don't get to spin that thought much further because next thing I know is I'm getting assaulted left and right by his wild, well aimed punches. The first time his knuckles connect with my left eye, which momentarily blinds me. As much as my tied hands allow me I duck and move away but don't get far. Not fare enough to evade his forceful punches that rain down, one after one of my face.
One time he hits me on the bridge of the nose so hard that my eyes water up and I scream like an animal that has just been shot with an arrow because the pain that radiates all through my skull is blinding. The blood that starts flowing doesn't even make it to my lips before his knuckles split them.
Desperately I try to wind away from his attack.
"Why did you cross the fence out of the safety of the District violating the law that the loving Capitol set for you? You see, I will beat you to a bloody pulp if you don't answer me.
Right now I believe every word he says but I'm in a world of pain. My head is throbbing.
Even though the question asrises why on earth the capitol is so desperate to protect the district lines, I don't say anything along the lines. I blink away a few tears that have pooled in my eyes because of the most likely broken nose he gave me, then I let my eyes wander up to his face look at him with pain contorted features but don't say a word.
What can I say other than the truth?
My mouth is watering up with a copper taste, which I'd love to spit on the ground. He would take it as an aggressive action so I swallow the blood.

"You are keeping me waiting, and I hate it. I have given you plenty of time to answer. I guess we both know what this means." He says with an evil grin on his face, that makes him look like an ugly clown.
Closing my eyes I brace myself for his next punch in the face hoping he won't hit my throbbing nose again.
I'm lucky I guess because he's going for the ribs now. Straight in the lower right ribcage. Under his knuckles at least one of the cracks as he knocks my chair over and sends me to the ground. For a long moment I can't breath. My lung protests against this sort of treatment while I curl up in a ball and press out what he doesn't want to hear but is all I can offer.
"I did because it was my job."
Of course this answer won't satisfy him.

I guess I was wrong. He didn't break and now he's the one smiling with satisfaction and I'm bound and broken on the floor.
Nothing could prepare me for the sort of desperation I am feeling right now.
Beating to pulp it dawns on me that I will never see the light of day again, no matter if I had orders or not. Nobody cares. He'll kick the shit out of me and leave me to bleed out. I'll never hold my babies again or kiss Faith. What have I done?
My throat tightens as tears spring to my eyes because I've just messed up my chance to walk out of here again.
Pressing my face against the cold cement I try to not let him see my fear.
The blood from my nose is running back into my throat threatening to suffocate me. I cough and actually start sobbing once I have enough air. Not because he was such a damn good interrogator but because I just remembered how much I have to loose. The world, they mean the world to me.
"I can't tell you anything else. Please let me go. I'm no criminal. You've punished me enough. You want me to confess, yes, I've gone across the fence , okay? Yes? With papers. " My words are mere jumbled words fragments in between gasps.

I guess I was wrong. I'm the one who's breaking and to my shame it only took a few well placed punches and my logic to kick in.

"You're winning." I tell him against everything I believe in.