“And I’ll see you tomorrow for your execution,” the officer laughed.

I threw out my fist in defiance, hoping to land some kind of hit on the cockee man. I didn’t. My wrist was yanked back painfully by the metal chains that bound me to the wall.

“It’ll be a shame for the rebellion to loose such a fighter in their army,” the man continued to mock.

I just stood there, knowing that I was powerless.

The officer stepped closer. I could feel him warm breath run down my neck. “And your wife too. Such a shame she’s gonna loose you,”

That did it. Suddenly I bashed my skull forward, slamming it into the officer’s nose. Crimson red blood began to flow from the torn cartilage. The man stumbled backwards, his hand covering his now broken nose.

“The only protection you have from me is these chains,” I spat. “So you better hope they don’t break.”