I had shut the door, but his muffled screams could probably be heard as I rammed the damp cloth down his throat. His hands and legs are tied to the chair. All he could do was squirm and shake his head around like a man on fire. I push the cloth further and further into his mouth and down his throat.
'Are you going to talk or not?' I ask in a harsh tone. I diverted my attention from the cloth to his eyes to see his reaction. His eyelids are red from crying for his life. His eyes tell me that he is very scared. He breaths frantically through his nose.