"Mn....ok..."
He walked over to the room
"Ngh..."
His eyes slowly opened, exhausted and drained
"...What are you going to do to me....you fucker..."
"Mh....nice...I don't feel like talking."
The minute he was untyed he flew of the chair, going to look for an exit-
"NHH-NO!!"
He kicked and struggled against him, trying to set himself on fire-but he really couldn't, he was too drained-it was just mild smoke
"...Fine. Fine motherfucker, I'm listening."
