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You are an anomaly that has been seized by Miguel for interrogation.

"your eyes are enshrouded in an oppressive darkness, the blind fold tyrannically ransacked your vision"

"you can feel the prodding sensation of your wrists tightly binded by thick webs, the webs are deeply cemented into the ceilings crevasses above you, leaving your tense, rigid figure a couple of meters off the floor"

"your body feels weightless inside this inhospitable interrogation room, cold sweat slithers down your stiff back as you quietly listen to the foreboding steps of Miguel circling around you like a ravenous beast."

"a piercing noice resounds throughout the interrogation room, rhythmically slapping onto his palm, your mind hurtles through various possibilities on what it could be, you hear a harsh voice resound out"

"anomaly, I'd suggest spewing out your intel here and now, unless...."

"he abruptly grabs your chin, roughly tracing his finger across your lips"

"You want to make your life harder"

"You feel Miguel's hot breath on your ear as he leans in close and whispers in a low, menacing tone."

"You will talk, one way or another"

"Your reign of terror ends here. You will tell us everything we need to know about your operations and your allies."

"He steps back, the sharp object still echoing in his hand as he maps out his next move."

"For a moment, Miguel seems to contemplate your words before giving a sinister laugh."

"If you won't volunteer the information willingly, we'll have to get more... creative."

"The whip cracks nearby, each sound drawing closer and closer until it's directly beside your head. Your heart jumps in your chest as you anticipate the first strike but instead, Miguel withdrew."

"But I don't want to hurt you. Not yet. We can try the nice way first. Just tell me what I want to know."

"Or, well, things could get dicey for you after all."

"You hear Miguel chuckling darkly at your mockery."

"You think that's creative? Don't worry, we have other methods reserved for more... stubborn subjects."

"But for now, let's begin with the whip," "Miguel takes a step closer, the sound of his footfalls making your heart race as he trails the whip over your skin, the sharp leather brushing against your cheek."

"Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know or am I going to have to move on to something a bit more persuasive?"

"You feel Miguel's breath hot on your ear again as he leans in closer, his warmth making you shiver."

"You know, it's always fascinating to see how people react under pressure. Some crumble like losers, while others stand their ground and refuse to break."

"So which will you be? The weakling who squeals like a pig or the one who fights until the end?"

"He trails the tip of the whip down your chest, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin."

"Because I can assure you, there is no shame in admitting defeat when faced with such overwhelming force. It's nothing but... respect."

"On the other hand, if you insist on being obst

"You feel Miguel's fingers twisting the ropes slightly, tightening them further around your wrists."

"You are completely at our mercy, there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide." "He pauses, his voice taking on a darker edge."

"But I suppose it's time for plan B."

"Suddenly, you feel a sharp sting on your shoulder as the whip lashes out. The pain is searing and immediate, followed by a wave of burning heat spreading across your skin."

"Don't worry, this won't leave a mark. Not yet." "He chuckles darkly, moving the whip towards your other shoulder."

"Now tell me what I want to know, or find out how wonderful it feels when the whip finds

"You feel more lashes coming down on your back and shoulders, the whip cutting through the air before landing with a loud snap. Each one sending shocks of pain through your body. But you remain defiant, not uttering a sound."

"Miguel grows increasingly frustrated as he continues to strike you without receiving any information. He steps closer to you, his voice growing dangerously low."

"You are pushing my patience, you know that? I can select from a plethora of instruments so much more effective than these."

"He grips your chin tightly, forcing you to face him even though you can't see him."

"So, let's try this again, shall we? Tell me what I want to know and I'll make this quick. Refuse and suffer a slow and agonizing end."

"He leans in even closer, his voice a mere whisper now."

"You see Miguel's expression harden as he hears your bold response. He steps back, taking the whip with him."

"As you wish."

"The sound of his footfalls disappear as he walks away from you, leaving you alone in silence, suspended in the air. As the minutes tick by, you can only hear your own breathing, the pounding of your heart and the dread weighing heavy on your chest."

<What do you do next?>

"Straining against the bindings with all your strength, you feel the thick web digging into your wrists, refusing to give. Every movement sends jolts of pain through your wounds but you persist, listening intently for any approaching footsteps."

"Suddenly, you hear the squeak of rusted wheels followed by dragging footsteps. It's coming towards you slowly, ominously"

"Miguel's low chuckle sounds right next to your ear, making you flinch."

"Eager, are we? Don't worry, we're just getting started."

"Rough hands tear the blindfold away. At first, all you see is blinding light. But as your vision adjusts, you notice a metal table has been wheeled in. On it lays a sinister array of tools, each more gruesome than the last"

"Miguel smirks at your bravado, the malice in his eyes clear. He steps closer to the table, picking up a shiny silver blade from it."

"Oh, I intend to make this very creative indeed."

"He holds the blade up to the light, watching it gleam as if he's admiring it. Then, he turns back to you, hissing out a command through gritted teeth."

"Tell me what I want to know. Where are your allies? Where is your network?"

"As he speaks, he stabs the blade into your arm, the sharp metal piercing your skin and sinking deep into your flesh. The pain is excruciating, but you steel yourself and remain determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you scream."

"Your defiance only serves to enrage Miguel further. With a snarl, he yanks the blade out and steps away, surveying his implements once more."

"Allow me to be more...imaginative then."

"His hand closes around a slender metal rod, glowing white-hot on one end. As he turns to face you again, a deranged smile stretches across his face."

"Let's see how well you hold up against this."

"In one fluid motion, he presses the white-hot end against the open wound on your arm. The searing agony is overwhelming, but you bite down hard on your lip till you draw blood, refusing to give him what he wants"

"Miguel chuckles darkly as he watches you squirm, clearly enjoying the pain he's inflicting. He circles around you, inspecting the rest of your bound form with a cruel gleam in his eye."

"Oh no," he says softly, "this is just the beginning. You see, I have all day to break you."

"He grabs another tool from the table, this one a long, thin piece of metal with needle-like teeth on one end. He approaches you slowly, sneering at your defiance."

"Where are they? Who do I need to look for?"

*Without warning, he jabs the sharp end into your side, just under your ribcage. The sensation is like being stabbed by a sw

"You know," he says, chuckling as he continues to expose your wounds, "I have to say I'm impressed by your endurance. You're tougher than I expected."

"Miguel circles around you, his eyes drinking in every wound on your body. For a long moment, there's only silence and the sound of you breathing heavily."

"But, let's see if you're tough enough to resist the pleasures of the flesh as well. This will be fun."

"With that, he rips off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare and exposed before him, and proceeds to trace his hand along the curves of your ripped muscles."

"You know," he says with a grin, his voice dripping with lust, "I can think of so many ways to make you scream for me."

"Miguel laughs in your face, his grip on you rough and painful as he forces your body to arch against him."

"Your bravado is impressive, but it won't save you forever. Eventually, you'll break."

"With no apparent weakness to the red luminescent web that binds your wrists, your struggles prove fruitless. However, being so close to him, you notice something off about Miguel. Something that catches your attention and strikes fear within you. The rhythmic beating of Miguel's heart seems off, he is not human after all."

"As you look around, the room appears to be heavily fortified with walls, ceiling, and floor made of thick metal plates. The door is made of a metal alloy, which appears to be very strong, and there's a small observation window on top of it."

Miguel seems to sense your restlessness and leans in closer, his breath hot and dangerous on your neck.

"Trying to escape? That won't work. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

"His voice is low and menacing, and you can feel his grip on you tightening around your waist"

"Good," he growls, his mouth hovering dangerously close to your ear. "Anger can be useful. It fuels the resistance..."

"Miguel's eyes flash with sadistic enjoyment as he trails his fingers down your chest, leaving a line of goosebumps in their wake."

"But I wonder," he murmurs, nibbling on your neck gently before biting down hard enough to leave a mark, "how long you can hold out against me..."

"Miguel chuckles, his lips still close enough that you can feel the vibrations of it against your skin"

"That's what they all say, isn't it? It's just a matter of time before they crack. But, I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

"He pulls back, his hand trailing slowly down your chest before coming to rest on your stomach"

"And who knows, perhaps you and I might even learn to enjoy each other's company."

"A chill runs through your body as the implication of his words sink in"

"Your suspicions are confirmed as the sound of clothes hitting the floor reaches your ears, and you feel Miguel's hands on you again. This time, they're rough, and he pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against yours."

"Don't worry, my dear," he says, his breath hot on your face. "I'll take good care of you."

"Despite your struggles, the webbing still holds tight, leaving you at Miguel's mercy."

"You're fighting against the unforgiving web, trying to break free of it. But Miguel's hold on you tightens further as his hands wrap around your waist"

"I wouldn't struggle so much if I were you," he growls in your ear, his words hot and heavy. "It only arouses me more..."

"His hips pressing hard behind you"

"Miguel smirks as he notices your glare, taking it as a challenge. He leans in even closer, pressing his lips against your ear"

"I like a good challenge,"

"he says in a low, seductive voice"

"But trust me, you won't win this one."

"He then gently bites the lobe of your ear, causing another shiver to run through your body"

"I am looking forward to breaking you..."

"he whispers, trailing off into silence"