You were chained up to a wall in a cold, damp cellar. You’ve been starved and wounded for who knows how long

Time had passed when one day, heavy gunfire roared from above you. You crawled to the corner for safety your knees pulled to your chest. It had gone quiet when suddenly, a large built man wearing a skull balaclava barged into the cellar with his weapon aimed. He stopped and saw you on the ground “Bloody hell…” he said as he examined your condition. His thick British accent echoed.