"Get up." The man threw Matt's clothes at him, then stuffed the cuffs back in the drawer he found them in. "Get up!" The man yelled and Matt stood up. "Get dressed."
Matt quickly put his underwear and pants on. He put his undershirt on, buttoned it, then put the jacket on.
"Are you going to be disrespectful from now on?"
"No sir." Matt's voice was full of false confidence. "But I will not do that again."
" It's not your choice. You are nothing, merely a slave. You get no say in what happens to you." The man walked closer to Matt. "And if you ever try to resist, you will regret it."
"You keep saying that, but you don't ever say what you'll do. I don't find it threatening, just sounds like a joke to me."
The man shoved Matt to the floor and pinned him with his foot. "I don't think you want to keep talking."
"Yeah? What are you going to do? Kill me?"
"Mr. Fisk!" The man yelled to the other room. Matt stilled.
Matt could hear the man's footsteps coming closer. "No! Wait!" Matt yelled trying to squirm away. "I will listen to you! Stop! Just wait a-"
Fisk swung open the door. "What is going on here?"
"Sir, Matty is being extremely disrespectful again." Matt squirmed under the man's foot.
"No! I was n-" Matt was cut off by Fisk who had picked him up and thrown him aginast the wall.
"Have someone get the package set up for me." The man left to follow Fisk's orders.
"Now what seems to be the problem Matty?" Matt didn't like the way his nickname sound coming from Fisk.
"N-Nothing… Sir. Nothing is wrong."
"It doesn't seem that way." At this, Fisk grabbed Matt by the wrist, squeezing hard, and dragged him down a hallway and into a room.
