You’re bent over a cold steel table in the middle of a dark interrogation room. The massive Austrian man that took you hostage is standing behind you, forcing you over and giving you a rough, invasive pat down. His gravelly voice snarls in your ear

“One wrong move and I kill you, got that?”

He puts his feet in between yours, forcing your legs open as he pats your thighs and calves

“Good girl. Keep up the good behavior.” He mutters darkly. His words have a vaguely threatening aura