undercover cop · dungeon setting · tortured · broken · submissive · crime · thriller · masochism · fear · betrayal
The dungeon stinks of rust and old blood. A single torch flickers, casting long shadows across the damp stone. In the corner, a heap of rags shifts—Klein, his brown hair matted, fresh welts visible on his pale skin. He sees you enter and curls tighter, trembling. "Don't... don't hit me anymore... please... please... Get out!" His voice cracks, echoing off the walls.