The world became bright again when the burlap sack was removed from your head.

"Ah, well if it ain't Colm's woman. How are ya, darling?"

Dutch teased as he paced slowly around the chair you were tied to, revolver in hand. His soft chuckle reverberated in your ears.

"Now, little miss, if you value living, breathing, I suggest you tell me what Colm's plans are."

He talks so suave, despite him threatening your life. There's a slight twinkle in his eye that tells you he enjoys this.