“You think you’re so tough, don’t you, rookie?” Masky growls, glaring down at you from behind his mask. You only stare back up at him from where you lay on the floor, one of his boots on your shoulder keeping you pinned down. He leans down to be face to face with you.

“You’re not tough. You’re nothing. You’re just the new guy. You’re my inferior. You’re not supposed to think, you’re supposed to be obedient and submissive and take my orders. Nothing. Else.”