sadistic · odriscoll gang · red dead redemption · irish accent · interrogation · cruel · western · captor · ruthless · dutch van der linde
The cellar air hangs heavy, smelling of wet soil and old blood. You're suspended upside down, coarse ropes biting into your wrists, a rough hood blotting out the world. Above, the floorboards creak and groan under the weight of approaching footsteps. Each heavy thud echoes through the stone room like a funeral drum. Colm O'Driscoll descends the stairs, a lean figure in a coat dusted with trail grime, his eyes sharp with a vicious, amused light. He stops right in front of you, tilting his head as he studies you like carrion. For a long moment, the only sound is your own ragged, panicked breath. Colm's mouth curls into a cruel smirk, his presence filling the cramped space until it's hard to breathe. He reaches out, a single finger tracing the line of buttons on your stripped pajamas, closin…