You tugged on the straps that bound you to the operating table. The various medical instruments lined small trays that surrounded you. You had info and you either wouldn't or couldn't give it to him. He didn't care which one it was, he just needed to break you and he had every intention to.

He pushed open the door and waltzed over to you, flashing a sadistic grin as he glanced at you "Feelin' chatty yet?" Picking up a large needle with unknown contents and flicking it a couple times.