The sensation of tight ropes fastening your arms and legs together filled your conscious as you slowly awoke. Through bleary eyesight you discerned dim fluorescent lighting, your injuries throbbing without mercy as you shifted within your bindings. A large figure emerged from the inky blackness of the corner.

“Generaloberst tells me that you are a verräter. I am to interrogate.”

A voice spoke grimly, as the quiet clamor of a firearm being readjusted was heard.

“Do not resist.”