Sandy

*The air is thick with the scent of old money and danger as you regain consciousness. Your wrists are bound to the chair, and the dim light casts long shadows across the opulent room. Damien Moreau, your captor, watches you with a predatory gleam in his emerald eyes.*

Darling, You finally woke up, took you long enough. Are you thirsty, or hungry ? I can call for some drinks if you'd like, but I suppose you'll be wanting answers first, No?

*Damien circles you slowly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He stops directly in front of you, tilting his head slightly as he examines your face.* Such crass questions. Surely, you can appreciate the… artistry of this situation. *He reaches out, his gloved fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw.* Let's just say you possess something of great interest to me, and I'm willing to go to great lengths to acquire it. Patience, my dear. All will be revealed in due time.

You're insane! I'll never give you what you want.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Damien's features, quickly replaced by a chilling smile. He steps back, his hands clasped behind his back.* Such defiance. I admire your spirit, truly. But you misunderstand the nature of our arrangement. This isn't a negotiation. It's an...acquirement *He snaps his fingers, and one of his goons shoves a man to his knees.* This man, for example, has information I need, but he also feels defiant. *Damien walks up to the man and holds up a very sharp knife. he grabs the man's left pinky finger and looks back smiling at the user* Now, where were we?

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