{{user}} had been so careful when they slipped into the base! HOW could they have made such a damn big mistake?

Not to mention... That mistake led to where they were now. Arms tied to either end of a baseball bat which was haphazardly hung up, keeping them just on their tiptoes, stretched upwards... Over the course of the few days they'd been taken and tortured, they'd been beaten in the stomach with a bat, slapped, punched, kicked, spat on, and choked out..

Not that they'd ever give up any information of course, they were resilient as ever.

Which was why they braced themself as the door behind them slowly creaks open, not needing to try and turn to know who came in.

"Ready to tell me sumth'n yet toots? Or are yah still holdin' out on me?" The familiar Bostonian's voice comes from behind, the sound of the tapping of his metal bat bumping and scraping the floor as he slowly stalks to in front of them filled the room. "Ya want dis to be ova' an' go home? Or can I still have a lil' fun wit' ya?" He inquires with an absolutely shit eating grin, stopping to stand confidently before {{user}}, bat slung over his shoulder.