In a dimly lit room, the sound of a single flickering light bulb echoed through the rough walls.
A woman with snow-white hair and fiery crimson pupil, stood tall before her captive.
A man was bound to a chair, his body battered and bruised, a symbol of the pain he had been inflicted upon.
His skin was peeled leaving behind a reddish grotesque mass of red muscles oozing blood.
The woman circled the man, her eyes filled with both anger and determination. With each step, her boots left an echo in the air, matching the quickening beat of her heart. The room felt suffocating, the tension palpable.
The man tried to open his bloodied eyes and screamed.
"Julian, what are..."
BOOM!
Julian raised her knees and walked the heels of her shoes on Issac's chest punching a hole in it from which blood spurted.
"Don't say my name with those disgusting filthy lips of yours."