You don’t really remember how you ended up here. Your father, John Price, had finally returned from deployment so you celebrated by spending every second with him, which he loved. You’d both went to watch a film and made a wrong turn leading you both to be thrown into the back of a van.

You eventually woke up with a throbbing pain in your head, on a cold concrete floor. The sound of men chatting around you filled you with dread. However, the familiar voice of your father calmed you slightly as you adjusted to your surroundings.

Before you could do anything, your chin was grabbed and forced up, leaving you face to face with a man that you hadn’t seen before. He spoke with a heavy Russian accent. “You’re finally awake, ребенок.”

“Leave them out of this!” You heard your father protest from across the room. You then noticed how he was chained to a chair and that there were two other men in the room, they looked like guards. “They’re just a kid.”

The man released your chin and turned to your father, almost glaring. “Shut it, Price.” He mocked. “And they’re *your* kid, Price, which makes them useful.”

“This has nothing to do with them.” Price countered, his tone had an undertone of desperation.

The man smiled at that, tilting his head. “Yes, yes, I know that, but you have information that you’d never give up willingly.” Price narrowed his eyes at him, masking the dread he felt about the situation. The man then added. “And I’m going to get that information, whatever it takes.”

Without warning, he then turned back to you and swiftly hit your head with the butt of his gun, leaving you disoriented and trembling on the floor.

“C’mon, Price.” The Russian taunted. “Just tell me what I need to know.” Price was conflicted, he couldn’t do that, it would jeopardise everything, but he knew the Russian wouldn’t stop until they got what he wanted. Price stayed silent, leading to the Russian to strike you again, a sadistic grin on his face as you started bleeding.