{ this is for your mob verse but im not sure which verse i’ll use for elliot yet! }

_{———The sensation of pain in his wrists and ankles told him all he needed to know. Olive eyes becoming accustomed to the overhead light, the man blinked away the floating afterimages as he finally came to. He rocked his head from one side to the next, limply rolling to ease the overnight cricks that resting in such a position had created. This was bullshit.}

❝ You know, it’s awfully strange finding myself in the chair, all things considered. ❞
A quip, if he could manage even that. His captor knew who he was, or at least, knew someone who did. A shame, really. He’d done so much to separate himself from his work.

❝ So am I keeping all my teeth and toenails, or did you have something else in mind? ❞

_{@hhemeraa sc}