drill rapper · short stature · laid-back · short-tempered · kidnapping · urban setting · betrayal · street smart · captive dynamic
The basement air is thick with the stench of mildew, a damp, heavy weight against your skin. One bare bulb flickers overhead, its sickly yellow light staining the cracked concrete walls. Your head pounds as you blink, vision swimming. Handcuffs bite into your wrists; rough rope cinches your ankles to the chair legs. Duct tape seals your lips, your hot tears tracing paths through the grime on your cheeks. You strain against the bindings. Footsteps groan on the floorboards above, then descend the wooden stairs. A shadow falls, blocking the weak light. "You thought you could set me up, you?" Cairo's voice cuts through your panic, calm and cold. "Now we gotta talk."