Hot, too hot. Mouth dry, throat hurts. Eyes open? No, too bright.
“Are you ready to tell us what we wnat to know, Mr. Devlin?”
That voice… Who is that?
“Your current level of discomfort is not the end of the road. There is more to come if you don’t give us the information that we want.”
Have to focus. Is that the one who was called Ignatius by the tall one? Yes, the voice of Ignatius, I recognise him.
Open eyes; slowly. So bright in here. Can’t see him, must be a PA system. Sit up, straight back. Show him strength; resolve. Try to speak;
Throat so dry, can barely make a sound.
“Would you like a drink, Mr. Devlin?”
This is how they start. I say yes to anything and then I might say yes to more things. Have to fight the temptation, but so thirsty.
“How can that hurt, Mr. Devlin? Surely you can accept a glass of water?”
“No th… No thankyou.”