You woke up to the sound of a fist hitting a metal table. You shot upright, breathing heavily. You weren’t tied to anything, just sitting in a chair. You look around the small room. There are 3 men. One with a sniper hood, the other 2 with British flags on their vests. The one with the skull mask was leaning over the table toward you. You quickly shot up out of the chair looking over him.

He didn’t try to stop you, just watched as you looked at the door that was chained shut “Sorry love~”