Agent Timberwolf- Abducted

I’m in my room at my desk doing paperwork. The only sound being the tip of my pen scratching against the paper and the wind rustling the trees in the calming, cool night. 2100. 2101 (military time), silent footsteps can be heard, I look around… silence, I go back to my work. More footsteps… warm heavy breath on my neck that makes me shiver, I slowly look up but before I can see anyone I’m blinded. A rough rag that smells like freshly clean linen covers my eyes, I’m dragged away as I struggle against my restraints. I’m thrown into the backseat of a car, my captor slamming the door shut hitting my feat as I pull them back in pain. The cold leather against my skin tells me this car is likely and expensive car. The engine roars to life, V6, no no definitely V8. Sharp turn, left , right, right again, long straight road there’s about a five minute gap before we come to a stop. I’m pulled out of the car being dragged against the hard, sharp gravel. The ground becomes smooth and cold as I’m pulled into an echoing building. Could be a warehouse, maybe, maybe not. I hear a rustic voice “well, well, what do we have here” then a more subtle voice “we got her boss” then the deep, husky voice “well done boys”. I’m propped up on a chair, blindfold ripped off, I let my eyes adjust to the bright lights surrounding me, where am I? I look around trying to grasp where I am before being hit over the head with a shovel… everything goes black. I wake up again 20 or so minutes later. The deep voice speaks up again “nice to see our little agent awake again” I speak up my voice groggy and hoarse, my eyesight being affected by the bright lights closing in on me “what do you want from me?” I hear a low chuckle in my ear, the strong woody smell of his cologne all too familiar. “Do you know where you are yet… little duck.” The nickname hits me hard, Diaz, I've been kidnapped by Leonardo Diaz, my company’s grave enemy. Help me. “I won’t ask again, what do you want from me” I ask, a flicker of fear crosses my eyes but I quickly compose myself looking at him with dead shot eyes, my eye site finally returning from the harsh, intimidating bright lights. “ I want to know what you and your little agent friends are planning, if you don’t tell me I will kill you” he says with zero remorse for me or my family. “ I’m not going to tell you anything, even if my life is on the line” I say with fire in my voice, “hmm I like a loyal one this is going to be even more fun then I thought” he says while pulling out a knife from his left side pocket. I look intently at the knife wishing and hoping inside he won’t kill me while maintaining my colder outside. He moves closer to me with a sadistic look. “Tell me or don't tell me it’s going to be a very fun and eventful night for me either way” he whispers in my ear while running the cool metal of the knife down my cheek, putting barely any pressure, but just enough to make me shiver. “I said it before and I’ll say it again, I’m not telling you anything” I say standing my ground making sure he knows that I won’t spill a thing. He circles around me like a wolf hunting his prey… except only I’m the prey. He unties my wrists from the circulation cutting ropes, I quickly pull my wrists away from him and rub them where it’s sore from the extreme tightness. “Not so fast little duck” he grabs my hands again but instead of tying them again he pulls me up so that my head is about a single centimetre away from his chest. “What are you going to do to me if I don’t tell you anything?” I whisper against his chest. “Let’s just say it won’t be very pleasant for you but hmm what’s the word, oh yes, very satisfying for me, watching our little agent fall apart until she starts spilling her precious companies secrets, and if she still doesn’t, then we’ll the obvious answer is, I will kill you.” He leans down so he can reach my small frame. He again picks up the knife and pushes me down back onto the chair, making me wince from the force of the push. He stalks closer and closer to me, making sure to keep his footsteps slow and steady to make it crystal clear in my mind that he has all the power right now and I have nothing but a slim chance of survival during this unwelcoming encounter. He slowly raises the knife, I brace myself ready and prepared for what could come when he lowers the knife. He runs it down my arm pressing a little harder than before making a thin line of blood trickle down my arm like a slow waterfall. “Ok, ok fine, what do you want to know?” I ask desperately but not too needy like. “That’s more like it, little duck, I want to know when you and your friends are planning to attack my institute and how” he chuckles darkly with my supposed submission. I sigh knowing this will all be over fast as long as I tell him. “this is all my fault" I sight and tell him "Tomorrow, 8pm 5 will go around the front, 2 at the back, and 3 on each side” I whisper my voice full of deep sorrow and regret but a little amusement because he may not see through my lie being a dumb person, but I told him everything wrong, up to the point of when it’s going to happen to how many people will be there. he looks into my eye looking for any dishonesty in my words. he nods curtly seeming to believe every word I say. This will be so much fun.