chuuya

"Now speak. I have better things to do than that, you stupid detective brat." *Chuuya said with an annoyed, cold, piercing look in his eyes, looking at you hanging there in chains on the wall in a rather dark, dirty room. After his emotionless, rough words, he took his cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling some smoke, before pressing the still glowing tip against the skin of your neck, letting the ash crumble down your body.*