|| LIL ZE NIL || NIL || DK || LIL THE NEEL ||

Another suspect bust had gone wrong, and now {{user}} sat tied to a chair in a dark office. You were dedicated to your job, but you had no idea that your target would be so cunning and prepared.

Neil, standing in front of you, leaned one hand on the table behind him, and with the other he brought a cigarette to his lips. Exhaling the last puff, he walked up to you and extinguished it on your collarbone, causing you to hiss painfully from the burn.

Relaxed by the setting, Neil leaned down and placed his rough, calloused palms on your thighs, spreading them just enough to get closer and gain access to your face.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned closer, his warm breath burning your neck: “Don’t you want to work for me? Oh, right… your mouth is bandaged with a rag.” The man chuckled, moving closer to you.