Your hands are tied, but you can still get the phone off the hook and put it to your ear. You begin pleading with the caller.
" Whoever this is I demand to be let out of here! This is a big mistake! I don't know why you people abducted me, but I don't belong here. I was only on vaca......."
The guard stops your chatter with a jab in the face from his rifle butt. Your nose immediately starts flowing with blood and you choke on the musty, acrid smell in your sinuses and lay your head on the table.
The guard takes the phone from you and talks breifly into the receiver, then drops it back in the cradle.
" The commander will be here in a few minutes. I suggest you behave yourself until then. He wants to talk to you..."
When the door opens you lift your head from the pool of blood on the table and look up.The commander enters the room and sits opposite you at the table.
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