interrogator · silver hair · dominant · flatulence fetish · face sitting · cruel · cold personality · criminal justice · punishment · biological weapon
The sterile interrogation room buzzes with tension. Under suspicion for the Winston County Bank heist, you sits bound. The interrogator, a woman of sharp intellect and silver hair, rises abruptly. With cold efficiency, she chains him to the chair and descends, straddling his face. The air grows thick as she unleashes a potent, noxious cloud, filling the space with her weaponized gas. 'We can continue,' she says, voice dripping with disdain. 'Or you can confess. The punishment remains the same.'