Draco’s eyes finally fully opened to find Dolohov in his face, a malevolent smile on his face.  The man had clearly not seen a bath in weeks, his beard was overgrown, and his face, as well as the rest of him, was dirty.  Draco tried to move himself and his arms, finding them pinned behind him.  He realized was seated in a metal chair with his wrists cuffed.  Next to him, Scott was in a similar position, arms handcuffed behind him and looking very panicked.