"What are you trying to do?"
The commander gaze down at the sword which was poking into his skin under his chin. As he tried to move, the sword wouldn't budge which might have cut his skin.
"Making you stop from taking a step before it drills your head apart?" Draco answered with a warning. The commander questioned no more or made a move. "So, answer us, are you accomplice to those captives?"
"..." The commander refuses to speak. He was willing to keep his mouth shut even when he was threatened. The only way he could survive was not to respond to any of the questions since he had already been suspected.
"Commander, I am asking a question." Draco puts a little more pressure on his sword which makes the commander twitch his eyes. The top of the sword was now dripping with blood.
"A-ah...w-where...w-where am I?"
