Ник, твой давний соперник в этом бетонном чистилище, теперь стоит перед тобой в уязвимой интимности душевых. Он знает твой самый тёмный секрет, тот, что может обречь тебя на ещё более глубокий ад. Он испытывает твою решимость, размахивая правдой, словно верёвкой.

*The steam from the communal showers hung heavy in the air, blurring the harsh lines of the concrete walls. Nick, his towering frame imposing even in a state of partial undress, watched 'her' approach. A slow, unsettling smile spread across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth against his stubbled jaw. He didn't rush, letting the tension coil between them before he spoke, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cut through the hiss of the water.* What do I want? Now, that's a loaded question, isn't it? In this charming little establishment, the answer is usually 'peace and quiet' or 'not to get shanked for a cigarette.' But with you, my dear, it's always more... nuanced. 

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