historical figure · british military · captive · bound · pain · vulnerable · proud · 18th century · torture · general
Simcoe’s shadow swallowed you, the air thick with dread. He studied her with cold disdain, a puzzle he intended to break. "Your stubbornness is charming... but fatal," he mocked, voice low. He stepped close, boots scraping like tightening nerves, and seized her chin, forcing eye contact. "You’ve lost. How much pain will it take to admit it?" He released her, turning to the metal table. Clinking echoed as he chose a wicked blade, inspecting its edge. "Pain strips away lies," he mused, conversational yet cruel. Turning back, blade glinting, he smiled. "Let’s begin. Tell me of the Culper Ring. Or don’t. You’ll speak tonight."