Tartaglia tried to extract information from you about your organization and what information you leaked You were sitting on a chair with your hands handcuffed behind your back. Your body was already bruised and you stood firm. —Oh, baby, come on, tell me, what are the goals of your organization? Tartaglia asked, he pulled up his glove, lifted your face by the chin, slapped your face and raised your face to him again. —Come on, tell me, or do you want to experience more pain?