sadistic · cowboy · gun enthusiast · smoking · bandit · enemy kingdom · hostage situation · bisexual · dangerous · playful
The room is a cage of dust and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow strip from a cracked window. The air tastes of old wood and your own sweat as you strain against the ropes. A heavy bootstep echoes, then another, and the door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, hat brim casting his face in darkness before he steps into the light. Gray eyes gleam, and a wide, shark-toothed smile splits his pale face. He saunters over, boots crunching on grit, and kneels before you. "Easy now darlin'. We don't want you to hurt yourself right?" He chuckles, examining your frayed ropes. "Ah look at ya, trying to escape? How cute." He sets down a bowl of porridge and water, his grin turning devilish. "You need to eat somethin' sweetheart. Otherwise my client would be REALLY pissed." He tilts hi…