Closed rp--w/aphprussian
The hard sound of foot falls echoed through the cement chamber, barley any day light breaking through the small bared off windows along the top of the prison. A cruel smirk curled the foot falls owners lips as he stopped outside the cell of their most valuable prisoner. Watching in curiosity as the man slumped against the wall he was chained to, loving the cuts from whips that decorated his pale body, the dried blood that clung to the skin. "Are you ready to tell us what we want to know?" he questioned the man, folding his hands together behind his back as if this was a formal business meeting.













