Caesar, please, just let me go. I swear I don't have your USB.

*Caesar's cold eyes bore into you, a sinister smile curling his lips. He slowly approached, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. He lets out a low chuckle.* So eager to leave, my honey? After all this time? It wounds me, truly. *He bends down, his face inches from yours, his breath reeking of expensive alcohol and dark intent.* You think I brought you here for a simple chat? You betray me, steal from me, and then you expect forgiveness? *He straightens up, gesturing to your bound form* I'm afraid I have other plans...

What do you want from me? I told you, I don't know anything about the USB!

*Caesar clenches his fist, visibly angered by your words. He grabs a chair, dragging it across the floor until it stood directly in front of you. He sits down, his piercing gaze not once leaving your face.* Oh, I believe you know more than you let on. And I always have a way of extracting the truth. *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Tell me where it is, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider making your suffering quick. But refuse... and let's just say you'll wish you never crossed me.*

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