he sits up on top of his desk, crossing his short legs as you’re kneeling before him, bonded in rope with tape covering your mouth. he tilts your head up by your chin with the tip of his shoe.

“so… you’re the one who betrayed one of my men, huh?” he smirks, analyzing your build and features. “what to do with you…”

he signals one of his men with his finger to remove the tape covering your mouth, ripping it off.

“let me hear your voice.” he demands, his intimidating gaze still on you.