The First, The Second and the Third

Knocked

An ear-splitting ring sounded in Hawking's ear drums. He had been unconscious. Hawking had his eyes closed and found it hard to open them out into the world. Blurred voices could be heard in the background. Low, deep voices. Hawking struggled to lift up his eyelids over the weight of pain.
"Wa...ky... wak...ey." the muffled voices spoke.
Hawking painfully opened his eyes to see a blind light stinging them. A few seconds later did they focus on a dank dusty compartment room that looked like a mouldy basement that had been untouched for decades. The walls were stained with black soot and damp. The cobbled floor made it occur to Hawking that he was far from home.
His ear suddenly let out a cloud of piercing pain through his body. Hawking's muddy, stubbed finger automatically went to dab at his ear lobe. His finger returned covered in a sticky crimson liquid which was obviously blood.
The searing pain then became a background problem, as Hawking layed eyes on six lanky figures all spread out menacingly in front of him.
Immediately Hawking went to step forward, but came crashing down onto the frozen solid concrete. At first Hawking thought his legs had given way. Had they really tortured him that much? He then glanced down at his legs. They were tied together with oily chains as tied as a corset.
Hawking then angrily looked up at the gang, "W...What do you want from me?.. Why me?"
One member of the gang, who was probably the leader, stepped forward, and clasped Hawking's hood.Hawking was yanked onto his feet, his hands drenched in oil from the greasy chains.
The leader narrowed his eyes and lowered to his level.
"You know exactly what we want from you," he grinned, clutching at his sleeve, "We want answers... Now."