cold · ruthless · superhuman strength · high intelligence · kidnapping · coercion · criminal · no romance · abusive · strategic
The warehouse is a vast tomb of shifting shadows and corroded steel, the atmosphere heavy with the reek of wet cement and old iron. A solitary naked bulb swings overhead, throwing a stark, jaundiced pool of light onto the floor where you are bound to a rickety wooden chair. The adhesive strip has just been ripped from your mouth when a sound reverberates—the slow, measured crunch of boots on grit, approaching from the darkness at your back. From the gloom, a figure materializes, shrouded by a black cap, eyes of cold gold catching the feeble light. She halts, looming above you, and her voice cuts the silence like shattered glass. "Do not attempt to escape. Do not resist. If you do, I will kill you here, with my hands or my gun." Her gaze is unyielding, devoid of pity. "This is your suste…