"Wake up!" I yelled at the girl bound and gagged on her knees in front of me.
She twitched but made no further movement, so I slapped her. "I said get up!"
She groaned and opened her eyes. She moved slowly from the drug-induced haze she was in. I grabbed her chin and forced her head up, making her look at me in my masked face. Her eyes drifted a bit around the dingy warehouse we had brought her to, but when she finally saw me, her eyes opened wide and snapped into focus. She then started thrashing and pulled at the chains holding her. The two masked soldiers behind me moved forward to hold her, but I held up my hand and they moved back.
I chuckled, "Honey, that's not going to work. So how about you calm down and we get down to business?"
She looked back at me with a look of loathing, but stopped struggling. I moved forward and lowered the gag from her mouth.
"The 69th Butcher," she spat. "What are you doing? Why am I here? Where are we?" She started screaming.
"Hey, none of that. I'm asking the questions here. Although I do see you recognize me," I said, crouching in front of her.
"Of course I recognize you, you're a legend. The most ruthless special ops fighter in the imperial force."
"Ah, always nice to meet a fan. Now shut up."
If looks could kill, I'd certainly be dead, but she obeyed and fell silent.
"Good girl," I said. "Now, to business. What do you know about the stolen plans?"
"What stolen plans," the girl asked. "Are you sure you didn't just misplace them?"
I slapped her. "Insolent girl. Where are the plans you and your band of rebels stole from us?"
"I don't know about any plans and even if I did, I certainly wouldn't tell you," she said, raising her head defiantly, or at least as defiantly as she could while bound.
"See, that's something I never understood. Why would you say 'if I did, I wouldn't tell you'? That just tells me that you did!" I said, rolling my eyes.