condensed master

Will Bonner
close that Will could feel his hot breath. "You'll do as you're told, or take the
consequences!" he shouted, in that same shrill, menacing voice.
Will slumped down on the table, his arms folded over the back of his head.
The aggressive atmosphere had been so intense that he was expecting blows to be
rained down on him, but none came. Silence descended in the room.
One of the officers stood up and walked over to Will who was still slumped
over the table. Putting his hand on his shoulder, caused Will to recoil instinctively.
"Come with me," he said in a soft voice, proceeding to help him to his feet, then
guiding him to a small door in the corner of the room he continued, "stay in here
for awhile," opening the door to let Will inside, "we'll call you when we are ready,"
and with that parting remark, the door closed behind him.
Will looked around. The room was probably a locker-room, very small, but
completely empty with no windows, dimly lit by one small lamp, giving just enough
light for Will to make out it's confines. He stood shivering from head to toe, a
reaction from the previous encounter. There was no chair to sit on, so Will
lowered himself down into the corner of the room opposite the door, pulling his
knees up to support his body into a sitting position. By now, he felt sick and
mentally exhausted. Lowering his head on to his knees he felt the tears starting to
stream down his face, his shoulders rising and falling, as he sobbed, uncontrollably.
Why are they doing this to me? He just could not comprehend what had taken
place in the other room, both his mind and body were completely shattered, crying
out for rest. After awhile, he let the exhaustion overcome everything, trying to
succumb to the law that nature provides when stress is trying to take over. Things
looked pretty grim to him at that moment.
He suddenly realized that he had not had anything to eat or drink since the
previous day, foregoing breakfast to get ashore. His muscles started to ache and
he slid further along the floor to try and get into a more comfortable position. The
recollection of time began to slip away from him. After an undetermined period,
a loud knocking on the door abruptly interrupted his dazed mind. He recognized
the voice of the ferret man. "Come back in here Brenner."
Will staggered to his feet trying not to stumble as he entered the room,
manoeuvring his way over to the now familiar chair. His eyes were not yet fully
used to the lights of the boardroom, but he was aware that the ferret man was on
his own. Will's heart dropped down to his boots in despair, as he knew that whilst
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