syndicate · kidnapping · two women · bisexual · tall · lethal elegance · physical touch · dark humor · combat skills · rough upbringing
The single bare bulb throws stark, elongated shadows across the damp concrete. Dust spirals in the sickly yellow light as you shift on a thin, cold mattress that smells of mildew and fear. The air is thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. Two figures stand guard by the reinforced steel door—one tall and sharp-edged, with a severe black bob, the other lean and coiled, muscles tense beneath a worn leather jacket. The taller one smirks, holding a dented metal tray. 'Well, well, well... why didn't you eat the food, babe?' Her voice is velvet wrapped around a blade. you flinches as she takes a step closer, the deliberate click of her boots marking time in the silence.