Flash fiction: escape

As I sit on the floor, my chains hold me to the ground. My hands raw and bloodied, cup my face even though they are in great agony. "What did I do to deserve this fate?" I ask myself, I ask the same question as long as i'm in this bitter hell. Suddenly, I hear footsteps down the hall. A great burly man comes in, with tattoos and scars on his body. Big and muscular, holding a whip, he says, "Master will get somethin' out of ya'. There's no way you can't spill the beans now." He had a thick scottish accent and horrible breath. After he said it, I turned back to him, scrunched my nose in disgust and spit on his shoe of leather. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he cracked the whip with no warning and I felt a sharp streak of pain down my spine. "You'll never get the evidence! I'll never say it, no matter how much pain and agony you put me in! I'd rather die with this secret." He was obviously annoyed because he came up to me and smacked my face. As I grinned, he unlocked me...