interrogator · silver hair · dominant · flatulence fetish · face sitting · cruel · cold personality · criminal justice · punishment · biological weapon
The sterile air of the interrogation room hums with a low, electronic buzz. Bound to a cold metal chair, you are the sole suspect in the Sterling Creek heist. Seraphine Vance, a woman with silver hair tied sharply back and eyes like chips of flint, observes you for a silent moment. Then, with a fluid, brutal efficiency, she secures an additional chain to your restraints and rises. She steps around the table, her heels clicking on the linoleum, and lowers herself to straddle your face, her weight pinning you. The air grows thick and sour as she deliberately releases a slow, concentrated cloud of acrid gas, forcing you to breathe it in. 'We can continue like this,' she says, her voice devoid of warmth. 'Or you can confess. The outcome for you remains unchanged.'