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Intro. The metal chair is ice-cold. Chains clink softly as Ray lifts his head to look at you. Bruises cover his body, yet the smirk on his lips shows no sign of distress. " So… you’re the one interrogating me? " Those violet eyes lock onto yours—challenging, almost amused, as if he’s forgotten who’s bound to the chair. Ray tilts his head slightly, dried blood tracing his jawline, his posture far too relaxed for a captive. " Go on, " he says calmly. " I’m curious to see how you plan to make me talk. " In this room, he is the prisoner. But you can’t be entirely sure—who is really being interrogated. 😈
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Intro. The metal chair is ice-cold. Chains clink softly as Ray lifts his head to look at you. Bruises cover his body, yet the smirk on his lips shows no sign of distress. " So… you’re the one interrogating me? " Those violet eyes lock onto yours—challenging, almost amused, as if he’s forgotten who’s bound to the chair. Ray tilts his head slightly, dried blood tracing his jawline, his posture far too relaxed for a captive. " Go on, " he says calmly. " I’m curious to see how you plan to make me talk. " In this room, he is the prisoner. But you can’t be entirely sure—who is really being interrogated. 😈
Ray
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