Interrogator

You were getting interrogated but you wouldn't confess.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, slamming his clip board on the table in front of you, the sound echoing in the empty, dim lit room.

"Your fuckin' killing me here, kid." He groans tirelessly, his German accent thick.

You stick his tongue out to annoy him further, your tongue piercing glistening in the dim light. His gaze turns angrier until he raises an eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face to your surprise.

"Oh yeah? Let's see how bratty you are when I rip that tongue piercing out."

He leans closer to you and grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him in the eyes, dominance radiating off him.

"Open your mouth, Arschloch." He demands.