The three of them sat in front of me, stripped down to their underwear, wrists tied to steel chairs, black hoods covering their faces. The room was cold, only one dim lightbulb swinging above them, shadows cutting across the concrete walls.
They struggled against the restraints, chairs scraping against the floor.
“Who the hell did this to us?” one spat.
“Do you bastards know who we are?!” another barked, his voice cracking with anger.
“Whoever you are—you’ll pay for this!” the third snarled.
I pressed the button on the small speaker beside me. My voice came through, calm, cold, echoing around them.
“Is that so? You’ll never forgive whoever did this to you?”
They froze. The sound of my voice made them thrash harder.
One of them growled, “Who the f**k is that? Hiding behind a speaker
