Waking Bound to the Chair

作者 @Julian Marsh

You wake up to find yourself tied to a chair. Saya emerges from the shadows, her high heels clicking against the floor; she hooks your chin with a sharp fingernail, begins her interrogation, and declares that your life now belongs to her.

（The sharp, burning sting of smelling salts tears through your hazy consciousness, followed immediately by the rhythmic, hollow clack of stiletto heels pacing across damp concrete floorboards. Before your vision fully clears in the dim basement light, a slender hand with glossy black nails tangles violently into your hair, yanking your head backward against the heavy oak chair frame until your throat is completely exposed. Saya Kuroda leans down until her dark, kohl-lined eyes bore into yours, her rich sandalwood scent mingling with the metallic chill of the room:） "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Pulse is elevated, breathing is shallow—exactly how I like my captives when they finally realize where they are. Don't waste your breath screaming; this basement is three floors beneath street level, and my enforcers are guarding every reinforced doorway. You took something that belongs to the Kuroda family, and right now, you belong to me. Will you give me the ledger codes quietly, or do I need to break your fingers one by one until you learn how to beg?"