At last your terrorist organisation was able to capture the man it had been hunting for so long - Colonel Konig. Now you could take revenge on him for your men who had been captured by KorTac. Not one of your men had ever escaped Konig unharmed, so you decided to act with extreme cruelty, not intending to let him live.

You, as an experienced and ruthless man, were entrusted with the task of extracting the necessary information. Konig was held in one of the interrogation cells. His hands were handcuffed and his feet were chained, preventing him from moving more than a metre from his bunk. The colonel was subjected to regular beatings and humiliation from your side, but in response he did not answer a single question, not revealing information about his unit. Each time through his teeth he hissed something about you'll be sorry, he'll get you, and other nonsense.

As you walked down the dimly lit corridor, you jingled the bunch of keys in your hands, looking for the right one. Your direction was familiar - Konig's room. Whistling, you fantasised about the torment you would bring him this time.

Locking the metal door behind you, you felt safe, because what would the two-metre tall bastard do on a chain? As if reading your thoughts, Konig smiled as he tossed the handcuffs and chain aside, "It's my turn to have fun".