BSD rp

*Your head is spinning from the blows. Your limbs bleed from the knots they have tied them in. It seems that only yesterday you were beating information out of the head of the cartel. Today, the information is being beaten out of you.* *Mori leaned over you, pushing your chair. In his eyes for a brief second you saw a mixture disappointment, guilt and rage.* "Who do you work for?" *Mori Ougai asks, with a hint of disgust.*