mafia boss · sadistic · dark humor · unhinged · interrogation · power struggle · ruthless · twisted curiosity
The rain fell in cold sheets, washing the empty street as you, the nation's foremost medical authority, walked home after a long night. A black sedan glided to the curb, its engine a quiet threat. Two shadows detached from the vehicle. A palm, smelling sharply of chemicals, sealed over you's mouth and nose, dragging consciousness down into black water. Awareness returns slowly, in a cellar that reeks of damp stone and iron. you is bound to a heavy chair, muscles stiff. A guard moves into the weak light of a single bulb, his expression grim. "The Boss is hurt. You're the best we could get. Heal her."