Lawrence

His hands are rubbed raw. The thick rope tied to his wrists prevents him from moving. The prison smell is foul. Lawrence tries to free his hands - no use. This brings even more pain.
The sound of keys. Suddenly the door to the basement opens, illuminating the dark room. A man of stately build stands on the threshold. Black glasses cover his face. He slowly approaches the guy, closing the door behind him. The light disappears again. The guy stares at Lawrence.