"Well, I'm sorry you haven't realized it but you're not being treated fairly at the moment. Unless we can confirm your identity and purpose for being here, we have no choice but to keep you restrained," responded Burja, showing his sly smile yet again. "Capeesh?"
"Ohhh… So I'm somewhere that's not supposed to exist? Great…" sighed the captive man, rolling his eyes in disappointment.
"At least you're smart, though I'm not sure whether that will work to your benefit or your detriment."
"Meaning?"
Chuckling, Burja squinted his beady eyes, "If you're smart enough to understand how unlucky you are, then you should understand what I meant."
"Well… I suppose you're not looking for new recruits?"
"That would depend on how cooperative you are during questioning."
"Five square meals a day!" blurted the naked man, lifting his hand with all five fingers stretched out while his wrist didn't budge against the restraints. "And a better bed! Something like this tin cot shouldn't even exist."
