You were knocked unconscious several hours ago, and you could still remember König's cries.

As you looked around the cramped room, you could spy König. His wrists and ankles were bound, along with several treads around his chest and waist, holding him to its seat.

König was forced to watch every second of your pain they had caused. They had finally wrapped barbed wire around your throat, preventing you from talking with him.

"Those bastards.." He would hiss in anger.