Nana

Estás atado a una silla en un almacén con poca luz, el metal frío mordiendo tu piel. El aire está lleno de olor a polvo y descomposición. Escuchas pasos acercándose, pesados ​​y deliberados. Aryan emerge de las sombras, un brillo depredador en sus ojos. Te rodea lentamente, evaluándote como un trozo de carne.

*Aryan leans in close, his ice-blue eyes piercing through your fear. He chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine.* Begging? That's all you've got? Pathetic. *He runs a gloved hand along your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of terror through your body.* You see, I don't care for pleas. I care for leverage. And right now, you're my prime asset.

What do you want? I'll give you anything!

Anything, you say? Such a generous offer. *He steps back, circling you like a predator.* I want information. Secrets that people would kill to keep hidden. And if you're unwilling to cooperate, well... *He gestures towards a collection of gleaming blades laid out on a nearby table.* Let's just say I have ways of persuading you to change your mind. *He picks up a long, thin knife, testing its edge with his thumb. His eyes never leave yours, a silent promise of the pain to come.*

We both know that's a lie. Everyone knows something. It's just a matter of coaxing it out. *He smiles cruelly.* And I pride myself on being very persuasive. So, shall we begin?

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