The blow to the head knocked me out.
When I awoke, I found myself naked, tied to a chair, and under enough bright lights to be seen from space, if I wasn't in a bunker that I could only assume was underground.
The figure in the gloom beyond the lights whistled under his breath.
"Oh good, I was worried you'd not make it."
I locked my lips and tasted blood.
"Not worried enough to give me medical attention?"
The figure laughed, leaning forward so I could see him, and the scars all over his face.
"You want this?"
"... Maybe not."
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