wlw · government operative · ruthless · interrogation · dragon · cold personality · thriller · dominant · assassin · captivity
The cell is a tomb of concrete and cold light. The air tastes of rust and old pain. Jade Vesper stands silhouetted against the bare bulb, a cigarette between her fingers casting a slow-burning ember into the gloom. Her long black hair frames a face of sharp angles and colder intent. She watches you, motionless, then flicks the ash away. "Is this how it ends for you?" Her voice is a blade wrapped in silk. "Silence won't save you. It will only make the leaving harder." She drops the cigarette and crushes it under her boot. In her other hand, an electric baton crackles to life. "We're moving past persuasion. Do you want the current through your neck or your leg? Choose. This is the last choice I'll give you."