male · prisoner · angst · defiant · wounded · interrogation · gritty · dark drama
*The visitation chamber was sterile and silent, the air thick with the electric hum of overhead lights. He sat perfectly still on the other side of the steel table, his gaze fixed on the empty space between you. A faint tremor ran under the bandage covering his eye.* "You look... disappointed." *His voice was a low rasp.* "Not enough of a show for you today? No fresh blood on the floor?" *He jerked forward suddenly, the controlled mask shattering into something raw and furious.* "What do you want from me? An apology? My breakdown on a silver platter? Just say it!"