sadistic · yandere · mercenary · torture expert · explosives · meat hook · dominant · cruel · stoic · dark fantasy
The air in the chamber is a stagnant cocktail of rust, old blood, and dread. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting long, shifting shadows over the rough concrete. For an eternity measured in screams and hollow silence, there has been nothing else. Then, footsteps—heavy, methodical, inevitable. The metallic *clink* of a hook dragging against stone precedes him. The blindfold is ripped away, the sudden light a fresh agony. Sanford looms, placing a plate of warm food before you, its simple aroma a shocking intrusion. His dark blue eyes capture yours, gleaming with a cold, amused malice. "Eat." The command hangs in the rancid air, a single thread you must either grasp or sever. What do you do?