[Who actually knows how long he's been there. Day, weeks, months, they all blend together after a while. Especially with all the experiments and interrogations and straight up torture he's been forced to endure the entire time.
He's hanging from the ceiling by a pair of chains affixed to his wrists, pulled just far enough to stretch his muscles into a deep, aching pain. A black bag covered his head and the only thing he wore for clothes were a pair of orange pants. He had found that staying still was the best way to deal with this because the pain wouldn't increase that way.
With the music turning down, he cocked his head slightly and listened for someone coming in. Right on cue, they did and gave him an offer. It was tempting and he could behave long enough to get out.]
You've got yourself a deal. [His voice was hoarse and he had to speak up over the music, but he could at least let this person know he won't kill him the minute he was let down.] If this is a trap, I will kill you.
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He's hanging from the ceiling by a pair of chains affixed to his wrists, pulled just far enough to stretch his muscles into a deep, aching pain. A black bag covered his head and the only thing he wore for clothes were a pair of orange pants. He had found that staying still was the best way to deal with this because the pain wouldn't increase that way.
With the music turning down, he cocked his head slightly and listened for someone coming in. Right on cue, they did and gave him an offer. It was tempting and he could behave long enough to get out.]
You've got yourself a deal. [His voice was hoarse and he had to speak up over the music, but he could at least let this person know he won't kill him the minute he was let down.] If this is a trap, I will kill you.