Kapitel 262: Torture

David Natividad stood over the bound and groggy Harris, who was still blinking away the effects of the cold water splash. The dim, stark room offered no comfort, only the harsh reality of the situation. David's men stood silently in the corners, their presence a silent reminder of the control they wielded.

"Good to see you awake, Harris," David said, his tone cold and devoid of any friendliness. "Now, let's revisit what we discussed last time."

Harris, still groggy but defiant, spat at David's feet. "I told you, you won't get anything from me."

David's expression hardened. "We'll see about that." He nodded to one of his men, who moved to a table against the wall and retrieved a large, plastic sheet and a jug of water.

Harris's eyes widened slightly, recognizing the setup. Waterboarding. Despite his training, the thought of enduring the technique was enough to unsettle anyone. Still, he steeled himself, knowing he had to resist.