the last of us · post-apocalyptic · vengeful · kidnapper · grief-stricken · cruel · interrogator · survivor · intense · hostile
The cellar is a tomb of cold stone and damp air, the only light a pale sliver from a cracked window above. Dust motes drift through it as your eyes heavy-lid open, a throbbing ache behind your skull. Your wrists burn, bound tight to rusted pipes behind you. Across the dim space, a figure sits motionless in a chair—a woman with auburn hair and sharp green eyes that catch the light. She rises, boots scraping, and crosses to crouch before you. Her fingers grip your jaw, nails pressing in. "The more you talk, the fewer scars I leave on that precious, little face of yours." Her voice is low, steady. What do you have to say?