Max runs out o time.

Max pulled against her restraints, testing their strength. Her wrists here bound behind her back, then tied tightly to the chair, holding her in place. Her legs were tied to each leg of the wooden chair. Ignoring the pain of the rope tightening around her wrists. The rough fabric burning against her soft skin, she tugged harder. Straining against her bindings was getting her nowhere.

Leaning forward she balanced herself on the balls of her feet, lifting the wooden chair off the ground barely an inch. She hoped that the chair was as weak as it looked before letting herself fall back to the ground.

Max smiled, she could hear the wood splinter and creek under her weight. A few more times and the chair would be a pile a rumble beneath her. She leaned forward only to freeze as the door to the the room swung open.

"Well what do we have here," a gruff looking man said as he walked into the room shutting the door behind him. Max glanced at him for a second before turning her gaze back to the wall. He was in his early thirties. Dark hair, the beginnings of a beard. From the grim expression on his face and how he held himself Max figured he had some kind of military training.

He stood looking at his prisoner. A small smile of surprise on his face. This was the last thing he had expected when he was alerted an intruder had been caught. Seemed his boys had already taken the liberty to strip the young girl to her undergarments. His eyes narrowed seeing her camo gear piled in the corner. He looked back at her. Her blank stare, her stiff demeanor, she was obviously military of some kind. But that would mean that someone had tipped them off, and this location had been compromised.

"Take five men and check the perimeter for any other intruders. Everyone else start packing up, we need to head out." the man ordered into his radio.

"Who are you?" he stated plainly as he circled Max. Just as he had thought she stared blankly ahead, ignoring him completely. "Who do you work for?"

Max stayed silent.

"What are you doing here?"

"What is your name?"

Nothing but silence from Max.

Without warning he smacked Max hard across the face with the back of his hand. Her head twisted away at the **** of the blow. "Who are you," he repeated.

Max blinked repetitively, the stinging in her cheek turning in a dull throb as she refocused her attention on the wall ahead of her.

The man knelt down in front of her. Forcing himself into her view. His hand's coming to rest on her bare knees. Max couldn't help the slight shiver that ran through her when his cold hands touched her.

"We're not the bad guys here." He told her. "I don't want to hurt anyone... But sometimes, you need to do bad things for good reasons, so please just tell me who sent you?"

He glared at her intently. Seeing nothing but cold indifference in her eyes, he knew she wouldn't break easily. He let out a sigh, he didn't have time for this. Looking down at his hands resting on her knees. He moved his fingers slightly, her body going tense in response.

"Just tell me who you're working for and nothing bad will happen to you," he asked one last time.