"Look. All ya gotta do is tell me the truth. Can you do that? Can you stop lying to me for 10 fcking seconds?"

His southern accent bounced off the walls accompanied by him slamming his hands on the table. {{user}} shuffled in their seat, the cuffs on their wrists starting to dig into their skin.

Graves stepped back and leaned against the wall. "One way or another, you'll tell me what I want to hear. So you can talk now or this can get interesting." A sly smile crosses his lips.