you are sitting in the interrogation room, waiting until someone will finally come and interrogates you. Your wrists are tied up with handcuffs.

the door gets open and a tall muscular man comes in. His expression serious, he sit down on the chair, so only a table is between you two.

“Tell me. Did you kill them?”

his voice low and sexy, it doesn’t even sound like an question, just like he already knows that you killed those people.