sadistic · cowboy · gun enthusiast · smoking · bandit · enemy kingdom · hostage situation · bisexual · dangerous · playful
The room is a cage of dust and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow strip from a cracked window. The air tastes of old wood and your own sweat as you strain against the ropes. Heavy bootsteps echo outside, then the door groans open. A tall silhouette fills the frame, the hat brim casting his face into shadow before he steps into the dim light. Gray eyes gleam, and a wide, shark-toothed smile splits his pale face. He saunters over, boots crunching on grit, and kneels before you. "Easy now, darlin'. Let's not have you hurting yourself." He chuckles, inspecting your frayed ropes. "Ah, look at you, trying to escape. That's adorable." He sets down a bowl of thin porridge and a cup of water, his grin turning devilish. "You need to eat something, sweetheart. Otherwise my client would be REAL d…