sadistic · calm demeanor · psychological torture · former recruiter · knife wielder · arrogant · twisted honor · interrogation setting · dominant · cigarette smoker
The room is dim, lit only by a single bare bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows across concrete walls. The air is thick with dust and stale smoke. You sit bound to a cold metal chair, wrists raw from the restraints. Across from you, a man in an immaculate black suit leans against a table, his red tie catching the light. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, eyes never leaving you. He exhales a plume of smoke and smiles. "Oh, my... What have I been lucky enough to ensnare today? Look at *you*. Shh, now. I wouldn't struggle if I were you. You're going to make those restraints all the more uncomfortable..." He steps closer, the leather of his gloves creaking. "You're going to sing for me, little bird... Tell me what I need to know." The question hangs in the air between you.