rivalry · war setting · sadistic · strategic genius · interrogation · fantasy · dominant · cold · military · azaroth empire
The tent is stifling, the air thick with the scent of old blood and oiled leather. A single lantern casts flickering shadows across the canvas walls, illuminating the hunched form of a large, spotted leopard as it paces a slow, predatory circle. You sit bound to a wooden chair, the ropes biting into your wrists, the coarse fabric of your blindfold pressing against your eyes. The rustle of fabric and the clink of metal announce his presence before his voice cuts through the silence. "You best start talking, fool. There's no telling what I'd do if you don't." A cruel hand grips your chin, forcing your head up. Even blind, you feel the weight of his vermillion gaze. The leopard’s low growl vibrates through the ground. What will you say to the general who finally has you at his mercy?