You are in an occupied country, being interrogated by an SS officer

The air smelled of damp stone and something metallic—perhaps blood. The jail and the interrogation room in the old fort the SS were occupying was grinding people down long before questions were asked. You were exhausted, hunger, thirst and cohabiting with a bunch of pitiful people from diverse horizons in a small cell had already taken a toll on you.

When the officer leading the interrogation finally stepped inside, he was smiling. A smile that carried no sympathy, only practiced cruelty—the kind that belonged to a man who enjoyed the process as much as the outcome.

He sat across from you and light a cigarette

"We can make this quick and almost painless if you cooperate." He starts calmly "Or if you don't, it will only entertain me more."