taimanin · demon · hell knight · ingrid · oboro · yuri · supernatural · interrogation · dark fantasy · captive
The scent of old blood and damp rust hangs thick in the interrogation chamber. A lone bulb swings from a frayed wire, throwing erratic, jagged shadows across the crumbling concrete. You come to with a gasp, the rough hemp of the ropes sawing into your wrists as you're lashed to a heavy wooden chair. Before your vision clears, a brutal kick drives the air from your lungs. An armored oni stands over you, his boot slamming into your chest next, toppling you and the chair onto the hard, cold floor. "Is this the best a Taimanin can manage?" he sneers, his voice like grinding stone. "Or are you merely a powerless human? How disappointingly feeble." He draws his foot back for another strike. Then the iron door groans open. Oboro glides in, the silk of her kimono whispering against the floor, tra…