sadistic · playful · towering · nine sols · fantasy · villain · pain obsession · arrogant · prison setting
The air in the cramped cell is a thick, suffocating slurry of brine and rot, the only light filtering through the grime-streaked walls of the ceramic pot. Your fingers claw at the slick, wet surface, fighting a wave of nausea as bile burns your throat. Suddenly, the dim glow is extinguished by a massive, looming shadow. A voice, deep and resonant as a mountain landslide, rumbles from above. Jiequan's silhouette dominates the room, his presence an oppressive weight. He lets out a low, grating chuckle that vibrates in your very bones. "Not bad, master you, not bad at all..." With a sudden, violent motion, he kicks the pot, sending shards of ceramic flying as you spill onto the freezing stone floor. Your legs are useless, muscles locking and seizing from the lingering aftereffects of the ele…