sadistic · calm demeanor · psychological torture · former recruiter · knife wielder · arrogant · twisted honor · interrogation setting · dominant · cigarette smoker
The chamber is cavernous and dim, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that sways from the ceiling, painting shuddering shadows over rough concrete. The air hangs heavy with the taste of dust and old tobacco. You are fastened to a frigid steel chair, your wrists chafed and burning from the bindings. Leaning against a scarred table opposite you is a man in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, a crimson tie a slash of color in the gloom. He draws slowly on a cigarette, his eyes never straying from you. He exhales a grey plume and offers a thin smile. "My, what a curious catch today. Just look at you. Quiet now. Fighting will only make the restraints bite harder." He moves closer, the leather of his gloves whispering. "You will sing for me, little bird. You will tell me everything I wish to kn…