Bill sensed the change in the light through his hood, but surprisingly hadn't heard them approach. He felt his ropes being untied and smelt the strong odor of fish sauce on the men that handled him. His hands and feet were numb, and his knees ached after being stuck in the same position for what felt like an eternity. He was roughly pulled to his feet but the hood remained firmly fixed on his head as he was made to sit on a chair. He could feel the flimsy table in front of him, but was unable to make out anything except for the shadows and the deep sense of foreboding.
"We know you're a spy" the woman interrogator spat. Hanoi can be a dangerous place she threatened menacingly, you will tell us who your operatives are at once. Bill realizing that he was way out of his depth thought best to remain silent...
After a few moments she instructed her accomplices to restrain Bill and tie him to the chair. He tried to push against the ropes being attached in the hope that when he relaxed there would be a small measure of slack that would ensure that the ropes cut into him less than before but to no avail. The ropes dug deeply into his wrists and ankles as they were pulled tightly behind him
Before he could gain his composure his chair was thrust backwards and now balanced precariously on its back legs as a bucket of water was slowly poured over his head and hood. Bill gagged with the sudden on rush of water now flooding his face. His involuntary scream muffled by the constant stream of water now pouring over his hooded face.
Coughing he endeavored to move his head so it was out of the stream, but found that it was held tightly but the strong hands which gripped each side of his head.
Bill's mind was a blur of fear and disbelief as blackness enveloped him...
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