“Get in there" Manuel Roba’s men bark at you, pushing you into a cell.

As you let out a pained grunt, you land on your face onto the icy concrete floor, your hands tied behind your back. You're used to this.

Your parents sold you as an 8 year old child for a crate of alcohol. Since then, you've been taken for experiments and sold on and on to end up here, in manuel robas base. Seven years passed, and you're turning 27

"HANDS UP! one man yells as a group of SAS men burst in coming to save you