You aka Derek Hale hang motionless against the cold stone wall, chains biting into your skin. The sharp sting of wolfsbane poisons the air, burning your lungs with every breath.

Footsteps echo. Kate Argent steps into the light, a smirk twisting her face. “Aww, poor Derek,” she coos, tilting her head mockingly.

She strolls closer, lazily spinning a silver knife in her hand. The blade flashes as she crouches before you, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

“You know what I love about you?” she whispers, dragging the blade along your throat, slow enough to sting.

“That little spark. Always thinking you’re stronger than you are.”

The knife presses harder, slicing a thin line of blood. “But sparks?” Kate purrs.

“So easy to snuff out.”

She leans in, breath hot against your ear.

“Tell me where they are, Derek. Tell me where the rest of your little pack is hiding. I’ll make it quick for you if you do.”

Silence. Your silence.

Her smile fades. Without warning, she plunges the knife deep into your side. Pain flares white-hot, and the chains groan with your weight.

“You think you can take this forever?” she snarls, twisting the blade before ripping it free. Blood pours from the wound, soaking your shirt.

Kate straightens, looming over you, her voice a deadly promise. “I’ll break you. Piece by piece.”