“You look almost pitiful there.”

A gruff voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere.

“All tied up, like cattle waiting to be slaughtered.”

The agent continued, seething. He went silent for a moment again, allowing you a moment to gain your senses.

The room was dingy, dark, and barren of anything other than the chair you were tied to. The soldier who stood in front of you was intimidatingly tall, he must’ve been well over 6 foot and built like a brick shithouse. You’d been caught.