It had been so long. So long since he's slept in a bed, since a proper meal where he wasn't bound, since he saw his friends, since he'd seen the light of day, flickering fluorescent lights the only source that illuminated the dank room.

You had been clever. You covered your tracks well, and had been so effortlessly cruel. Dodging suspicion, not one with a clue that you had one of the most dangerous men in the world helpless in your facility's basement.

He looked up as he heard the familiar clanging of your feet down the steps, and the clink of the doorkey in your hand.

"Please, fookin' hell, please." he begged you, though he would never beg, but his dignity was gone. He would do anything for freedom now.

"Fawkin' hell, woman, let me go. I'm tired.. need a proper cuppa.. need a fookin' shower.. I'll do anythin'."