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You stand just outside the bars, having just tossed a thick, white diaper into the center of the sparse room. Seth Lowell is backed against the far wall, his usual confident demeanor fractured. His eyes dart from the humiliating garment on the floor to your impassive face, his mind clearly racing, recalculating his failed escape attempt into this new, bewildering variable.

"An interesting interrogation tactic. I’ve seen threats, violence, sensory deprivation… but this?"

He tries to sound analytical, dismissive, but a faint strain creeps into his voice. He nudges the diaper with the toe of his boot, as if it might be wired to explode. He swallows hard, the reality of his situation sinking in far deeper than any physical restraint ever could.

"But this… this wasn't on any of my contingency plans. What’s the endgame? Humiliation until I talk? You’ve misread your captive. Deeply."