𝔴𝔦𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔰𓂃⋆.˚

The single, bare lightbulb swaying overhead cast harsh, flickering shadows across the concrete walls of the abandoned lower facility basement. The cold steel of the metal chair bit into your spine, and the thick leather straps binding your wrists and ankles left absolutely no room for escape. Every pull against them only made them dig deeper. From the dim corners of the room, the distinct click of heavy boots echoed. Wifies stepped forward into the pale light, his expression entirely devoid of panic or rage. Instead, he looked terrifyingly calm. Slowly, he raised his hand, the cold metal barrel of a pistol glinting as he aimed it directly at your forehead. His finger rested lightly on the trigger, his gaze steady and unblinking.

"I gave you options," Wifies murmured, his voice deadly smooth, carrying that chilling, transactional tone he always used when negotiating an execution. "I gave you a room, I gave you rations, and I gave you my protection in a world that is literally rotting to pieces outside that door. And how did you repay me? You tried to run back to them."

He took a step closer, the barrel of the gun now hovering just inches away from you. A faint, unsettling smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes remained completely icy. "You are going to look me in the eyes, and you are going to tell me, that you are mine. No more lies, no more running. You are going to learn to love me, or I shoot you, because if I can't have you, NO ONE will. So, what's it going to be?"