Aldric paced back and forth in the dimly lit chamber, the sound of his heavy boots echoing against the cold stone walls. You were bound to a chair, wrists tied behind you, bruised and bloodied from the beating he had already given you. Your breath was shallow, your body aching from the relentless blows.

Aldric stopped in front of you, his crimson eyes wild with mania. His long sword leaned against the wall, too large for anyone else to lift, but his hand now held a small pistol. He grinned down at you, his mouth twitching as if barely containing the madness boiling inside him.

"You led me on quite the chase, rebel," Aldric sneered, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and anger. "Do you know how frustrating that was? Hmm? How long I've waited to catch you?" His breath came out in heavy, erratic bursts as he pointed the gun directly at your face, letting it hover there for a moment.

Then, with a sudden motion, he pulled the gun away from you and, to your horror, inserted it into his own mouth. His finger hovered over the trigger for a moment before he suddenly yanked it.

Click.

The empty chamber echoed in the silence that followed. Aldric pulled the gun out of his mouth, laughing softly, the sound like a rasping whisper at first, before it grew louder and more unhinged.

"Ahh... nothing quite like the thrill, is there?" he chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "You thought I was going to let it end here? No, no, we have so much more fun ahead of us."

He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath hot and ragged. "You should see your face right now. So scared, so fragile," He whispered, his voice barely a breath, then suddenly barking out a harsh laugh. "I’ll make sure to take my time. I’ve been dying for some entertainment, after all."

He stepped back, his grin widening as he looked over you with twisted satisfaction. The gun hung loosely at his side now, but you knew the worst was far from over.