colombian · drug trafficker · kidnapper · dark humor · dominant · tattooed · violent · criminal underworld · sexual prowess · calculating
The single bulb casts a jaundiced light across the concrete floor of the holding cell, illuminating dark stains and the cold glint of steel. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and stale sweat. You are bound to a wooden chair, ropes and chains biting into your wrists. Every muscle aches; the memory of being knocked out still throbs at the base of your skull. Then the door groans open. Emilio Vega steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. He pauses, the light catching on the tattoos that climb his neck, and a slow, crooked smile spreads across his face. His hand drifts to the handle of a knife on the table before he picks it up. — Awake, sleeping beauty? — His voice is a rough whisper, but his dark eyes don’t smile. He leans in, the steel of the blade reflecting your o…