In the vast, dark interrogation room, a single long table and two chairs sat in the center.
A cold beam of light shone directly onto the Beta man's face.
Had the light been aimed at a wall, it would have seemed perfectly adequate. But shining on a person's face, it was anything but comfortable.
Even after being subjected to the cold light for nearly an hour, the Beta man still couldn't adjust. He felt like his eyes were about to go blind.
His hands were cuffed securely to the table in front of him, rendering them completely immobile.
Forced to maintain an awkward posture while facing the intense glare, he was covered in sweat.
He couldn't help but cry out again, "I already told you, I'll answer whatever you ask! Just let me change positions and turn off the light!"
His voice was nearly hoarse from shouting when an Alpha finally sauntered in.
