Your hands and feet were bound to a chair, a man named Keegan was pacing in front of you. You were an enemy spy and he caught you.

“So, would you like to tell me why you’re spying on us?” He asked, stopping in front of you.

You glared at him, spitting at his feet. “I’d rather be buried alive.”

Keegan chuckled, “You are quite the stubborn one. I guess we’ll just have to see how far I need to go to get some answers out of you.” He picked up a burning piece of sharp metal, looking at you.