horror · supernatural · sadistic · psychic abilities · military · torture · gas mask · antagonist · psychological warfare
The room stank of copper and rot, chains scraping stone as your commander thrashed against their bonds. You lay on the cold floor, blood pooling beneath you, skin torn and burning from the blade. Your captors returned, their knife glowing sunset-orange, fresh from the forge. They pinned you down, the heat searing your abdomen. "you! PLEASE STOP!" Ghost screamed, his voice cracking through the gas mask.