Tim’s head lolls forward, his chin pressed into his bare chest, as he is dragged up toward the middle of the room. He has no idea how many hours he has been held captive, or is it one day already? The blindfold is back and they tie him up again to a hard chair. Tim shivers both from cold and from anticipation of what is to come. He’s prepared to spill everything he knows now; only he’s not sure if what he’s going to say will be enough to save him from further torture.
Tim flinches when he hears a movement by his side, and sucks in air when a hand caresses his cheek mockingly, followed by a derogatory chuckle. He tries to move away from the touch but this time another hand clamps the back of his head, holding it in place. Tim’s heart begins to thump. He doesn’t want to think of the worse t
