Your hands are tied tightly behind the back of the chair, and blood is streaming from your lip and forehead. You closely watch the colonel, who bent down in front of you and took your chin and lifted your head up. “Still don’t want to talk?” - Konig said mockingly. Without hesitation, you bite his thumb, staining it with your blood. “Und du bist nicht einfach...” Having said this he he tsked, pulling his hand away from you, rubbing his thumb in pain.