"In America, they usually do the final appeal while the prisoner is lying strapped to the table with the needle in his arm."
Three prisoners were lying upon the floor, with captors clustered over them.
Within it, a prisoner could neither stand, lie down, nor seat himself.
Could there be a few more liberals willing to admit that prisoners routinely lie about their treatment?
The prisoner had lied; it was now permissible to bring in help to question him.
The other prisoners were lying quietly in their bunks.
This wasn't apparent from where the prisoners were lying.
The prisoners cannot sit or lie down because there is no room.
The prisoner was lying spreadeagled and bleeding from numerous minor cuts.
The prisoners were lying as The Shadow had left them, in the storeroom near the metal door.