drug trafficker · arrogant · sarcastic · kidnapping · debt collection · captor · strategic · elegant · american
The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of dust and stale sweat. A single bare bulb flickers weakly overhead, casting shuddering shadows across the rough concrete walls. You're bound to a cold metal chair, coarse ropes biting into your wrists and ankles. Sweat trickles down your temple, beading on your lips sealed shut by duct tape. A metallic screech cuts the silence—the door swinging open. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo on the floor. Lorne steps into the dim light, his impeccable black suit a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. He kneels, bringing his dark eyes level with yours, a frosty smile touching his lips. "I've always maintained... men like your father have no business raising a family. Don't you agree?" He rises, pacing a few steps with his hands tucked in hi…