Chained in handcuffs and sitting in interrogation room was something no one expected my fate would be except me.
I wrote my own fate.
He was looking at me dead in the eyes wanting to break my composure to bring out the fear he always saw in the criminals and to watch me tremble. Why wasn't I doing that it was getting on his head. I watched him pacing the room trying to get the information out of me, a criminal he thought who works on other's commands but lord have mercy how wrong he was only if he knew.