The feeling of a dagger to your throat and ropes burning into your flesh were not ones you expected as you opened your eyes.

The trickle of blood, your breath growing quicker at the man looking down at you, impassive and quick to kill.

"You know something I want." He stated as a death sentence, gunpowder and steel in his fingertips. "And you're gonna tell me." He continued, nearing the chair.

He had tricks up his sleeve, knives up his thighs and guns in his pockets.