I was strapped into a chair with a big burly man infront of me. Blood was dripping down my face from repeated punches. The man got close to me and said, "Now, will you tell me why you were here and who were you with?" I spit blood into his face and grinned. "Go to hell." I told him. He growled and drew back and punched me in the gut, then he elbowed me in the side of the face. Son of a bitch, this man could hit hard. I won't give in though. Never. "Would you like to tell me now?" He asked. I spit more blood and replied, "Oh yes I would like to say now. I was here with Jim the cobbler and Lily the dancer. And we managed to kill half your force."I started to laugh as the guy scowled in disgust. This time he gave me an uppercut and strait hit to the face, causing more wounds to appear and more blood to ooze.