The prisoner is in a precarious situation. He's been trussed up with skill. His arms are tied uncomfortably behind his back and he's stuck balancing on his knees. A glance up and he sees the wild card of the Turks give an easy smirk.
"Comfortable?" Reno asks, amusement clear in his voice. The prisoner manages a gurgle. A glance down. The Turk's weapon, a metal rod is attached to the floor. The button on the hand piece is taped down, the tip mere inches from beneath the prisoner's chin. It hums quietly with power. If he so much as gulps wrong, the prisoner knows he'll be crispy in a matter of seconds.
"W-what are you go-going to do..?" he asks, voice shaky but controlled. He speaks with a clenched jaw, not wanting to set off the rod's electric wrath with an ill placed bob of his chin. Reno laughs and the man shudders slightly. His whole body's in pain. Before the Turk had set him up like this, he'd beat him with his fists and his feet. The prisoner's knees are probably bleeding from being knocked down onto them so many times. The prisoner's lip's split and he's paranoid that he'll bleed onto the rod.
"Well, I guess I'm waitin' for you to talk, yo," Reno says, giving a shrug and pulling over a nearby chair. It drags against the floor loudly and the rod shakes. The prisoner balances precariously and licks his bloody lip. He's not sure how he'll talk like this. He's not even sure if Reno really wants him to talk. If he managed to find him, Reno'd know all there is to know. He looks to the Turk. Reno has murder in his eyes, like a cat with its yet un-killed prey. Reno kicks the chair over. The rod rocks in place and the prisoner can't hold it in anymore.
"Tch, just like a beaten dog. Fuckin' pissin' on yourself, yo," Reno says derisively, kicking the chair over. It clatters against the floor and comes dangerously close to the rod. The pupils of the prisoner's eyes grow large and he shakes, barely able to balance on his knees any longer. Reno notices and walks around behind the prisoner, boots scuffing against the concrete floor.
"A dog's death then," Reno says. A swift kick to the prisoner's behind sends him falling face first onto the rod. Reno smiles.