The dimly lit interrogation room was filled with tension as Sergeant Kim sat across the table from her latest assignment, a woman named Rachel. Rachel had been tied to a string of high-profile robberies, but now, she found herself handcuffed to the table. Kim, with her gas mask already securely fastened to her face, was ready to extract a confession and enjoy herself in the process.
“Welcome,” Kim began, her voice muffled behind the mask but still clear. “I hope you’re ready to have a chat about your little operations. Because things could get... uncomfortable if you don’t.”
Rachel, visibly anxious, shot daggers at Kim. “I’m not saying anything. You’re wasting your time,” she spat defiantly.
Kim let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I think you’ll change your mind soon enough.” With a swift motion, Kim reached under the table and pulled out a canister of pepper spray. Rachel’s eyes widened, recognizing the ‘self-defense’ tool.
“Not so tough now, are we?” Kim taunted, hiding her smile behind her gas mask.
“Let’s make this interesting, shall we? I’ve started managing the BCPU's social media accounts, and I think our followers would love a behind-the-scenes look at justice in action,” Kim said, her voice dripping with amusement.
Before Rachel could react, Kim held up her phone and pointed it at the criminal, making sure to frame the shot perfectly. “Say cheese!” she called out cheerfully.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Rachel's eyes widened in a mixture of confusion and fear.
With a playful smirk behind her mask, Kim pressed the nozzle of the pepper spray and doused Rachel’s face with a burning and stinging mist. The effect was immediate. Rachel’s expression shifted from defiance to panic as the burning sensation overwhelmed her senses. She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching up to shield her face, but the handcuffs held her in place.
“Perfect!” Kim exclaimed, snapping a quick selfie with the pepper spray still aimed at Rachel. In the photo, the contrast between Kim's calm demeanor and Rachel's torment was striking. She was ready to upload it with the caption: "When they don’t want to cooperate... #BCPU #JusticeIsBlind."
Rachel writhed in her restraints, suppressed cries filling the room. Kim, unfazed, adjusted her phone to better capture the spectacle.
“Come on, you can do better than that,” Kim taunted, her voice laced with amusement. “Let’s see some tears for the camera. We want this to go viral, after all.”
As Rachel fought to regain her composure, gasping for breath and blinking against the burning sensation, Kim sprayed her again, snapping photos of the torment with a satisfied smile.
“Every follower we have deserves to see what happens to those who think they can evade justice,” Kim remarked, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “You’re a perfect example of why the BCPU is necessary.”
“What was it,” Kim asked rhetorically, “a ten-year crime spree or something? But after the BCPU got your case,” she continued, “we found you in two weeks. And now we just need your confession.”
Beneath her playful demeanor, Kim's mind drifted to darker thoughts. “You know, Rachel,” she said, her tone shifting as she leaned closer, “if you don’t confess, I might just have to show our followers the BCPU gas chambers. You see, we have our way of making sure criminals like you face the consequences of their actions.”
Rachel’s eyes widened in fear. The mention of the gas chambers sent chills down her spine. “You wouldn’t…”
“Oh, but I would,” Kim replied coldly. “Imagine the views. A live demonstration of what happens when people think they can evade justice. It would be a spectacle. A warning to all the other miscreants out there. People need to see the truth about what happens to those who refuse to cooperate.”
Kim paused, her gaze unwavering. “You think this pepper spray hurts? Oh, that’s nothing compared to the lovely stuff we use in the gas chambers. A slow, agonizing end, perfect for showcasing the harsh realities of crime. Believe me, that would be a show worth sharing.”
As her words sank in, Rachel’s defiance faltered, the panic evident on her face. The thought of facing such an end, broadcast for the world to see, was enough to make her reconsider her silence.
Kim sat back in her chair, a satisfied smirk creeping onto her lips. “So, what will it be, Rachel? A confession or a front-row seat to the real consequences of your actions?”
With the pepper spray still lingering in the air and the weight of Kim's words hanging over her, Rachel began to realize that her time was running out. This wasn't an ordinary police interrogation, and Kim was determined to make sure justice was served, one way or another.
As the gravity of the situation pressed down on Rachel, desperation clawed at her insides. “Okay, okay! I did it! I was the one behind the robberies! Just please, don’t send me to the gas chambers!” she cried out, her voice trembling with fear.
Kim’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, still hidden behind her mask. “Ah, there we go. See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She leaned back, arms crossed, her sense of triumph palpable. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. Your crimes still come at a price. But I’ll make sure the higher-ups know you cooperated, at least a little. But your fate? That’s still in the air.”
As Rachel slumped against the table, both defeated and terrified, Kim stood up and lifted her phone again. “Say: BCPU,” Kim said with a satisfied grin, capturing one last shot of the defeated woman before leaving the interrogation room. “Don’t forget to follow us.”

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There are some things going on that I would like to (at least try to) understand.

In my recent works, there has been quite some variation in the interactivity/popularity. This could be due to different topics I drew, or due to algorithmic variations.

Then, the “growth” of my followers (whom I very much appreciate) has slowed down significantly. Which, in my opinion, is likely due to the limited appeal of the subject matter I draw and the inherent smaller size of this community.

So, I want to take this moment to ask you, the viewer, a few questions.
Since some of the answers might be personal, I invite you, in case you are not comfortable putting your answers in the comments, to send me a DM or a Note in case you would still like to share your answer.

The questions:
How did you find me and/or my art?

What, if applicable, made you decide to follow/watch me?

What is your favorite artwork/subject of mine?

How much do the included stories add to your enjoyment of my art? (Since I also post on platforms with strong character limitations and writing stories takes quite some time)

Any answers/insights are highly appreciated.
And, as always, feedback and art tips are very welcome.