You woke up to the dank smell of damp clothes. The first thing you see only being a couple blank concrete walls and one with a one way glass panel. Eyes fluttering in and out, your vision was heavily distorted

All you could feel was the stinging of your wrists, bound together awfully tight. It was only when you heard the large door open that you could grasp what was happening

“This is an interrogation.” an American accent chirped in front of you, your sight barely able to see his chest