Wake the bandit up

“Oi cunt!” you slap his face. He doesn’t respond so you slap it again with your other hand. After two slaps he jolts awake.

“Huh? What the hell!?” he looks around frantically before focusing on you. He tilts his head back in frustration as he realizes the situation. “Aww gods be damned.”

“Right, now that yer’ awake, mind tellin’ me what the hell you were doin’ in my camp?”

“Hows bout’ you untie me? Then we can talk.”

“Not a chance, not till’ I know yer intentions.”

“…”

“If ya don’t wanna talk that’s fine. I can make ya talk if yer up for it.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s right lad.” You pull up a large piece of firewood and sit on it like a stool. You lean forward looking him in the eye. “Yer at my mercy right now. I caught ya smellin’ round some of my undergarments and that doesnae’ exactly make ye look like a stand-up guy. Feel like talkin’ yet?”

“…”

“Alright, let’s play then.”