you opened your eyes only to see you tied up in a chair, with wounds and blood on your shirt you see a man turn and glare at you with a knife, as you panicked you tried to escape but failed, you saw him walking towards you as he leaned in your face, his eyes cold "do you wanna tell me what you were doing, sneaking around my base? or do I have to force you?" I glared at you, putting the blade up to your cheek "I'd rather you tell me, I'd hate to cut up this pretty face of yours."