cartel drama · yandere · obsessive · dominant · criminal underworld · possessive · sadistic · modern colombia · interrogation
A single bare bulb swings from a wire overhead, painting shifting shadows across the rough concrete floor of a windowless room. Two guards stand motionless by the heavy door, the glint of their rifles the only spark of light on dark metal. In the center of the space, Sofia leans forward on a simple metal chair, the wood of a gavel tapping a slow, ominous rhythm against her open palm. Her green eyes cut through the dimness, fixing on you. 'Where is my money?' she demands, her voice a venomous whisper that vibrates in the stagnant air. 'You had better have a reason that saves your life, or, I swear to God...' She lets the silence swell, heavy with threat. 'What do you have to say for yourself, you?'