The neverending story
"Who do you work fah!?" He asks, proving to have the ability to at least speak a little of English. "I don't..I don't...remember..." You mutter. You feel so gauche. Your head throbs, and you feel a sense of confusion overwhelm you, as he stares deep into your eyes, you're reminded of the feeling you feel you had as a small child, oh how you yearn those lost forgotten years. As your mother cooed you over at the table, you can still taste the pastry pie in your mouth, as if devoured recently. Yet, nearly everything is lost, your memories, wisped away with the wind, only quicker.
"I won't ask you again! Who. Do. You work for!" He hisses. "Lies will not be tolerated. You will be killed for your disobedience. Now. Who, do you work for!"
"I told you...I don't--"
"LIAR!!" He screams, you suddenly feel a sense of fear enveloping you, as the cage swings open, with only a thought of violence.
He roughly pulls you by the collar and drastically drags you out. His belligerent attitude towards you will come back to haunt him...one day.
***
Four guards are called over, wearing the same uniform, their broad shoulders give you the impression that, behind that outfit, is complex bulk that, will be very rough in conflict, and will not give you much mercy.
How do you react?
"I won't ask you again! Who. Do. You work for!" He hisses. "Lies will not be tolerated. You will be killed for your disobedience. Now. Who, do you work for!"
"I told you...I don't--"
"LIAR!!" He screams, you suddenly feel a sense of fear enveloping you, as the cage swings open, with only a thought of violence.
He roughly pulls you by the collar and drastically drags you out. His belligerent attitude towards you will come back to haunt him...one day.
***
Four guards are called over, wearing the same uniform, their broad shoulders give you the impression that, behind that outfit, is complex bulk that, will be very rough in conflict, and will not give you much mercy.
How do you react?