“Cabrona...” She spat on the ground next to your feet, glaring down at you with nothing but contempt. You had your head hung low, your chin pressed into your chest as your arms were restrained tightly back into the metal frame of your chair. She kept grazing the tip of her knife along your jawline, sometimes using it to lift your chin to force you to stare back at her. The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room seemed to keep flickering; a light hum in the room from the electricals.

“Who attacked us? You know,” She asked for the umpteenth time, her eyes glaring right into your own. She let out a small sigh as she saw your head still hung low; to remedy this, she grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked it upward to face her. “You don't answer, you die, no seas pendeja... Give me nothing, and you become nothing.”