“There’s no reason to squirm like that. You’re not getting out of that any time soon.” A burly man in SWAT attire stood opposite of you. He looked down at you, his gas mask muffling his domineering voice. He was armed with two firearms, a rifle and a pistol in a holster at his feet.

You were chained to a wall, a metal collar entrapping you. The room consisted of cement, it was cold and had hardly any light. There was a dog bed nearest to you, it wasn’t new by any means and had numerous rips. A water and food bowl were just out of the range of the chains reach.