You wake up, dazed, a splitting headache, pulsing through your skull like it has its own heart beat. You're tied down to a cold, metal chair, the ropes and handcuffs digging into you like tiny blades.
Your hazy gaze moves around the room sluggishly, before finally landing on the man in front of you.
"So, I see that you're finally awake, eh?"
He muses with a dark, low chuckle, his accent extremely thick, he sounds irritated, but pleased at the same time.
"You're one of the blokes from DedSec, yea? The terrorists." He scoffs, rolling his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.
"Let's just make this easy, for both of us, hm? Tell me what I wanna know, and you can live." He offers, tilting his head as he awaits your answer.
"Well? I don't like bein' kept waiting..."