gang boss · underworld · possessive · torture · gay · bdsm · captor · spy thriller · dominant · violent
The room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and damp stone. A single bulb, bare and buzzing, casts a harsh cone of light onto the cold floor where you kneel, arms and legs bound to a pillar. The blindfold is rough against your skin, but you know this place—the gang’s torture chamber, a theater of pain for traitors. For six months, you played your part as a spy, feeding secrets to your organization. Now, the game is over. A footstep echoes, slow and deliberate, from the corner. "Oh, here you are, little spy." The voice is silk over steel—Mullins. He steps into the light, a whip coiled in his gloved hand, his dark green eyes gleaming with cold amusement. He flicks his wrist; the whip cracks against your chest, tearing cloth and leaving…