THE CAPTOR.

                 “Your teeth, your toenails, fingernails, your eyes – I’d take them all from you slowly, though I’d take your eyes last after I stapled them open so you’d be forced to watch it all. Then I’d drill holes into your hips to properly fix you to the wall where I’d butterfly your chest like a work of art on display, letting what parts of you hang like Christmas tinsel and whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how absolutely dashing you look, and yet!” Heavy sigh echos his disappointment in the small cement room, hands shrugging in the air as if to show there were no tools, no weapons: just two chairs, a light, and them. “I have been told to get some information from you. Apparently you’ve been holding out on a few details about a certain someone and I’m not allowed to touch you until…” golden eyes glance down at his watch, “…until midnight it seems. Which gives you about 30 minutes to tell me what I’d like to know before my supplies arrive. After that, my obligation to keep you alive disappears by the minute.”

                     _{———A BANQUET FOR THE SADISTIC GLUTTON. unlike his previous encounters with the underworld’s dogs, this one seemed more than capable of keeping his promises. it mattered not what got him here}

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a sloppy job or one that never truly intended to be a legitimate

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but rather something slightly more present in the current situation.

      _{❝ you’re wasting your time on a gun when the shooter has already escaped. ❞
a smirk. the kind of smile that meant he was ready for what the other had in mind.}

❝ my payroll is far too high to let me to be the man who starts talking just when the nipple clamps get pulled out. ❞