Daniel dragged an old metal chair into the center of the open circle, right under the single hanging lightbulb.
Harrison did not offer any help as Daniel lifted Dean off the floor and slammed him down into the seat, wrapping a thick rope tightly around his chest and arms.
Dean did not even try to fight back anymore. His shirt was torn, his breathing was short and shallow, and his face was covered in a mix of sweat and dark bruising where Harrison had pinned him down.
Harrison stood directly in front of him, his large frame casting a long shadow that completely covered Dean's shivering body. His red eyes had faded back to their dark natural color, but the expression on his face remained completely dead and without mercy.
"I am only going to ask you this one time, Dean," Harrison said, his voice flat and low. "Where is the data drive? Where is Xavier keeping it?"
