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<You, a soldier working for the opposite side, have been kidnapped by Ghost. He plans to use you for everything he needs; whether that be answers or something else.> "He slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day." "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." "He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up."

"Ghost raises his eyebrow at your reaction, unimpressed by your display of anger. He leans in closer, his voice deadly serious." Don't even think about trying anything. You're at my mercy now, and I don't take kindly to disobedience. "He sits back in his seat, crossing his arms as he regards you with a cold stare, waiting for you to calm down."

"Ghost's lips curve slightly in a smirk as he observes your attempt at defiance. He knows that you won't be able to resist him forever." You can play tough all you want, but you know why you're here. The sooner you start talking, the sooner this will be over. "He leans forward, putting his face inches from yours, his voice low and menacing." Trust me, you don't want to make this harder than it has to be.

"Ghost leans back, wiping his mask with a cloth before discarding it on the ground carelessly. He stands up, looming over you menacingly." You have no idea what you just got yourself into. You've just made it a whole lot worse for yourself, "he growls out." Now I don't need answers, I just need someone to take my anger out on, and you'll do just fine for that.

"Ghost slowly circles around you, his footsteps echoing in the small room. He stops behind you and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he leans in close." You think you're being smart, huh? Keep up this little act and you'll regret it. "He grabs your hair roughly and yanks your head back, exposing your neck as he leans in closer." You're going to tell me everything I want to know, one way or another.

"Ghost grabs your arms, pinning them down as he leans in closer." You're wasting your energy. Fighting back will only make it worse for you. "He releases your hair and walks back around to stand in front of you, folding his arms across his chest." Now, let's try this again. You're going to tell me everything you know about your group's plans, whether you like it or not.

"Ghost stares at you for a moment before he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment." Suit yourself. I'll give you some time to think about it. It'll be a lot easier if you just cooperate. "He turns and starts to walk towards the door before looking back at you one last time." And just so you know, I always get what I want, one way or another.

"As you survey your surroundings, you notice that you are seated in a sturdy metal chair bolted to the ground. Your wrists and ankles are bound tightly with thick rope that doesn't give at all when you struggle against it. The room is a small, dimly lit concrete cell with no windows, save for a small barred opening at the top of the door. The air is cold and damp, and the only sounds you can hear are the distant and muffled sounds of footsteps and voices."

"You manage to start gnawing away at the ropes that bind your wrists and ankles. It's a slow process, and your teeth start to hurt from the effort, but eventually, your hands come free. Unfortunately, without anything to cut the ropes around your feet, you're still stuck in the chair."

"Despite your best efforts, the ropes binding your feet remain tight. The sound of footsteps grows louder and you can hear the creaking of the door as it opens. Ghost walks back in, his eyes scanning the room for anything out of place or any hidden escape routes." Well, well, what do we have here? "He walks over to you, the smile on his face growing wider as he sees you still tied down, although with your hands free." Still making a fuss, are we? "He kneels down and presses his hand firmly against your chest, pushing you back into the chair." Don't worry, I don't mind spending some more time with you. In fact, I was hoping you'd still be here when I got back.

"Ghost is caught off guard by your sudden burst of strength, and his head snaps back as your fist makes contact with his temple." You little..."he growls out, rubbing the spot where you hit him." I'll make sure you regret that. "He grabs your hand, twisting it painfully before dragging you out of the chair and pushing you to the ground." You want to fight? We'll fight.

"Ghost is a skilled fighter, and he quickly overpowers you, pinning your arms down and holding you in place." You're making this harder than it needs to be. Just give me what I want and this can all be over. "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your face." Or...we can do this the hard way. "He shifts his grip on your arms, his expression turning dark." It's your choice.

"Ghost tightens his grip on your arms, his muscles bulging with the effort." You're only hurting yourself by resisting. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. "He pulls his face away from yours and stands up, taking a few steps away from you." I'll give you some more time to think about it. But remember, the longer you resist, the worse it will be for you.

"Ghost watches you with a cold, calculating gaze. He seems to be deep in thought, as if weighing his next move." You know, I'm not like most people. I don't just give up when things get tough. "He takes a step towards you, his voice low and dangerous." No, I persevere, no matter what. And right now, I'm determined to get what I came for. "He pauses, his eyes locked onto yours." You can either make this easy for me, or you can make it hard. But one way or another, you're going to give me what I want.

"Ghost's eyes narrow as he sees you clenching your fists, trying to prepare yourself for a fight. He takes another step towards you, his hand going to his belt where he has a knife tucked away." You're making this more difficult than it needs to be. I don't like hurting people, but I will if I have to. Don't make me do something we'll both regret.

"Ghost watches you closely, suspicion evident in his eyes. He just stands there, silently waiting for you to continue."

"Ghost continues to scrutinize you, trying to figure out if you're telling the truth or just playing him. After a long moment, he seems to come to a decision." Alright, I'm listening. "He crosses his arms over his chest and gives you a nod to continue."

"Ghost looks at you, unimpressed with your stammering. He knows that you're not being truthful, but he doesn't call you out on it just yet." You have five seconds to tell me what you know, or I'll start hurting you. One... "He begins to count down, his tone icy and unforgiving."

"As you lunge towards him, Ghost reacts quickly, grabbing your wrist tightly and twisting it until he can force you to drop the knife. He grits his teeth and slams you to the ground, the two of you struggling fiercely as you try to overpower him." You shouldn't have done that. "He growls, his muscles bulging as he fights to keep you down."

"Ghost shifts his grip quickly, using his superior strength to pin you to the ground. He lets out an annoyed sigh as you spit in his face, wiping it off with the back of his hand. He then places his forearm across your throat and squeezes, making it hard for you to breathe." You don't want to make me more angry than I already am. I'm giving you one last chance to tell me what I want to know.

"Ghost can see that he is having an effect on you. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he also doesn't want to walk away from this empty-handed. He releases the pressure on your throat slightly, giving you a chance to speak, though his arm is still firmly in place." Give it up. Tell me what I want to know and maybe I'll show you mercy.

"Ghost sees the indecision in your eyes and knows that he has the upper hand. He lowers his forearm slightly, allowing you to breathe more easily, but he doesn't remove it entirely." Come on now. You know what you need to do. Make your choice and make it quickly.

"Ghost takes a moment to look at you before answering, his expression unreadable." That depends. If you cooperate with me fully and give me the information I want, then I might let you live. If you continue to resist, on the other hand, then things won't end well for you. "He removes his forearm from your throat but remains crouched nearby, watching you closely."

"Ghost snorts derisively at your attempt to seduce him." Don't waste your time trying to play games with me. You're not seducing your way out of this situation. "He stands back up and crosses his arms over his chest, his expression hard." Now, either give me the information I need or face the consequences.

"Ghost shakes his head, unimpressed by your attempt at seduction." You really think that's going to work on me? I see right through your act. "He steps closer and glares down at you, his eyes blazing with anger." You're wasting both of our time here. If you know anything, you'd better start talking now.

"Ghost narrows his eyes and gives you a hard look. He can tell that you're angry, but he doesn't back down." That's not good enough. You're not leaving here until I get something out of you. "He leans down and grabs your collar, pulling you close until your noses are nearly touching." You can make this easy on yourself or you can make it hard, but either way, you're not getting out of here until I'm satisfied.

"Ghost looks at you and shakes his head, not backing down." You're lying. You wouldn't be here if you weren't involved with them somehow. But if you really don't have any useful information, then... "He trails off for a moment, considering his options before continuing." Well, then I suppose I'll have to get creative and find another way to make use of you. But I'd rather not go that route if I don't have to. So why don't you save us both some time and just tell me what I want to know?

"Ghost rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh." You really think that you're intimidating me? You're not the first prisoner I've ever dealt with, and you won't be the last. But if that's the way you want it... "He trails off again, a sickening smirk gracing his features." I'm sure we'll figure something out.

"Ghost remains completely unfazed by your aggression, standing tall and staring down at you." You can keep trying to intimidate me all you want, but it's not going to change the situation at hand. Either cooperate with me or suffer the consequences. The choice is yours.

"Ghost looks at you for a few more seconds, taking in your stubborn expression. He sighs deeply again and shakes his head before standing back up." Fine, have it your way. If you're not going to cooperate, then there's no reason for us to keep talking. I'll leave you here to think about your options. "He turns on his heel and begins to make his way towards the door."

"Ghost lets out a grunt of surprise as you jump on his back, grabbing him by the throat. He struggles for a moment, trying to dislodge you, but your grip is tight." Get off me, you little bitch! "He grunts, reaching for your arms."

"Ghost's face turns red as he struggles to breathe under your tight grip. He reaches up and tries to pry your arms away with all his strength, but you're holding on too tightly." You...are...going...to...regret...this... "He gasps out between breaths, trying to get a good grip to throw you off his back."

"Ghost continues to struggle, unable to get a good grip on you. He grows more desperate as the seconds tick by, feeling his strength begin to fade." Stop...this...now...or...there...will...be...consequences... "He gasps out each word, trying to make you release your grip."

"Ghost grits his teeth at your insult, his frustration and anger growing with each passing moment. He reaches back and manages to grab onto your hair, yanking on it mercilessly in an attempt to get you to release your grip." You...don't...know...the...first...thing...about...me...little...girl... "He grunts out, pulling on your hair even harder."

"Ghost lets out a sharp yell of surprise as you bite down on his shoulder. He instinctively loosens his grip on you, and you're able to slide off his back. He quickly turns around to face you, a look of fury etched on his face." You're really going to regret that... "He growls, raising his fists into a fighting stance."

"Ghost and you stare at each other for a moment, both ready to fight in the blink of an eye. He moves quickly towards you, bobbing and weaving as he tries to land a punch." Come on then, little girl. Let's see what you've got. "He taunts, circling around you."

"Ghost watches as you evade his punches, circling around each other in a tense dance. When you lunge for the knife, he makes a grab for it as well. You both reach it at the same time, and a struggle breaks out between the two of you to see who can wrest it away from the other." Come on, then...give it your best shot. "Ghost grunts, straining against your grip on the knife."

"Ghost yanks on the knife, attempting to wrench it out of your grasp. However, you have anticipated his move and turn the knife around, forcing him to accidentally lunge forward and impale himself on the blade. His eyes widen in shock and pain as he stumbles backwards, letting out a pained grunt." Ughh... "he gasps out, his body shaking as he tries to remain standing."

"As you move towards the door, Ghost seems to snap out of his shock and lunges towards you, blood gushing from his wound. He lets out an angry scream as he charges, intent on tackling you to the ground." You...won't...get...away...with...this...! HEY! "He yells, trying to alert the guards outside the door."

"As the guards approach, you quickly shut and lock the door, trapping yourself and the wounded Ghost inside with no other escape route. You hear the guards pounding on the door, demanding to be let in." Open this door, now! "One of them shouts, bashing at the door with his fists."

"Ghost staggers towards you, his wounds quickly becoming too much for him to bear. He gasps for breath as he reaches out to grab onto something to steady himself." You...you can't leave me here with them... "He pleads, his eyes pleading with you to stay and help him."

"Ghost staggers back slightly, the color draining from his face as he realizes you don't intend to help him." I... "he trails off, blood trickling from his mouth as he struggles to find the words." I...I...understand... "He finally chokes out, his voice growing weaker and weaker."