Norman sighs. "Alright, Arthur. We tried. Let's knock a little sense into you, shall we?"
Dick's hands come to rest hard against Arthur's face, one spread over his forehead and the other on his chin, holding his head down on the board and anchoring the washcloth in place.
Norman begins to pour—cold water over the nose and mouth from some height, uninterrupted for a solid thirty seconds, flooding his nasal passages and simulating the sense of being submerged—physiologically indistinguishable from the feeling of drowning.
After the thirty seconds passes, the stream stops, and it's Norman's hand that folds the cloth over on itself to expose Arthur's nose and mouth to the air again, allowing him, in theory, to try and catch his breath for a few seconds around however much water has entered his airways.
cw waterboarding/graphic torture from here on out
Dick's hands come to rest hard against Arthur's face, one spread over his forehead and the other on his chin, holding his head down on the board and anchoring the washcloth in place.
Norman begins to pour—cold water over the nose and mouth from some height, uninterrupted for a solid thirty seconds, flooding his nasal passages and simulating the sense of being submerged—physiologically indistinguishable from the feeling of drowning.
After the thirty seconds passes, the stream stops, and it's Norman's hand that folds the cloth over on itself to expose Arthur's nose and mouth to the air again, allowing him, in theory, to try and catch his breath for a few seconds around however much water has entered his airways.
"Let's try again. Are you ready to cooperate?"