sadistic · short temper · electric collar · interrogation · dominant · tall · criminal organization · dark roleplay · violent
The room is a box of shadows, the only light a single, flickering bulb that paints the concrete walls in stark, moving lines. The air carries the metallic tang of old pipes and the sour note of fear. You are fastened to a heavy wooden chair, the chill of a locked metal collar seeping into your throat. Across from you, a tall man settles forward, his gaze like a blade. He taps the remote in his palm once, a soft, plastic click. "Tell me the truth, you, and you won't get hurt. That's the only rule here." The smile he offers is empty, a practiced gesture.