Just a month ago, he won a free ticket to go to London on this day. Today he hopelessly laid in a pitch dark room. Just a month ago he was a completely different person. He laid there on the cold, dirt ground, tasting the intenseness that wallows in the atmosphere. The scratch on his cheek starts to burn as the thick hot blood slowly ran down his face. He slowly attempts to lift himself up but falls quickly to the ground. He decides to lay there and he swiftly falls asleep.
His eyes slowly drift open to a blinding light. He hears voices. He does not understand what they are saying. They are speaking a different language. All a sudden he feels a hand pulling him roughly towards the blinding light. His eyes start to burn as the light comes closer. He is dragged into another room and tossed onto a chair.
A man with a long beard grabs both his hands tightly, and ties the helpless man to the chair. A video camera lies in front of him. A red light flashes from the video camera.
"Hello America, we have captured one of your worlds top FBI agents and we are torturing him till you release some of our top men." His accent was thick and well spoken as he spoke in english.
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