“Oh look what we have here… Another enemy spy, caught in our clutches… all tied up and ready for interrogation. Oh… you may think you are trying to endure such treatment… But I assure you, what we have in store… will have you singing for us. You are going to tell us everything we want to know.”

Konig circled you, tied up in a chair in the centre of the room, your hands and legs bound… there was no escape.