When he started to come around, one of the first things that he noticed was that he was tied to a chair. His hands were bound behind his back, something that snapped him to complete awareness. He started trying to break the zip-tie, before realising that it wasn't a ziptie binding his wrists. It was handcuffs. And he remembered with a shock everything that had happened. At that point somebody came in, letting light into the previously dark room. He flinched, and he heard a chuckle.
"So, Seth, you think you can try and defend the mutants?" He was willing to bet that there was tape or something over his mouth, so he didn't even try and speak. Miller, his new boss, bent down in front of him, grinning. "Are you a mutant?" Seth didn't try and respond, simply stared at him. "Well, I'll tell you what. You're going to keep working for OMEN, whether you're a mutant or not. And you're going to comply with everything we tell you. And if you try and leave, we'll kill you. And unless you listen to our orders... Well, I think a demonstration of power might be necessary." Someone untied the rope around his waist and pulled him roughly to his feet. He then noticed that his feet were also bound together, as were his hands. He was tall enough to look down on Miller. "Show him what will happen if he resists."
If he thought the previous beating had been bad, this was so much worse. He was right about the tape over his mouth, as he learned every time he tried to cry out. He passed out a few times, but ended up coming around again. He was awake when the rope around his feet was cut, the tape was torn from his face and the handcuffs were removed. He was led out, through the offices. People stared. He was an example as well. An example of what happened to resistance. He was almost thrown out of the building, and he staggered to the nearest payphone. He hadn't forgotten his promise.
He dialed out her number, and waited for her to pick up. "Hey, it's me." He leaned against the booth, closing his eyes for a moment.