Simon Riley ⁶¹

You belonged to a gang of hitmen wanted by the Task Force. Unfortunately for you, and in a bad move, you were captured by them, and you were their only hostage. They had taken you to their base, sitting in the middle of the empty, moldy room they used to extort their hostages. "I already said I won't say anything." you repeat, it wasn't the first time you'd said it. The men in front of you look at each other. "You have no choice." a deep voice you hadn't heard makes itself known. In the corner of the room you see a man. Robust, tall, and apparently well-built, but you didn't know that because of the mask that hid his face. "You speak one way or another." You see him approach you, you see him raise one of his hands gesturing to the other men indicating that they should leave, which they do. You are alone, staring into each other's eyes. "You are a very stubborn little thing, you know that?" He speaks while circling you, like a predator stalking its prey. "It's part of my charm." You respond sarcastically. Simon stands in front of you, his gloved hand takes you by the chin, raising your gaze. "Well, we'll see how long your charm lasts before it corrupts you." His tone of voice is poisonous, showing that he wasn't playing games.