Mask of the Black Death
Roman smiles as he steps up to the door. "How's she doing?" he asks the guards.
"She hasn't slept all night, and she hasn't had anything to drink or eat," one of the guards replies. "She's stopped screaming for help."
"Good," he grins. He nods to the guards to open the door for him, while he adjusts his cufflinks. He steps into the room.
It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark. The ground is muddy and stinks of rat urine and feces. There, in the corner... handcuffed to the pipes... is his target.
"Well, well, well," he says to her. "See how the mighty have fallen. But then, you never were too mighty without your daddy around, were you... Miss Duquesne?"
"She hasn't slept all night, and she hasn't had anything to drink or eat," one of the guards replies. "She's stopped screaming for help."
"Good," he grins. He nods to the guards to open the door for him, while he adjusts his cufflinks. He steps into the room.
It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark. The ground is muddy and stinks of rat urine and feces. There, in the corner... handcuffed to the pipes... is his target.
"Well, well, well," he says to her. "See how the mighty have fallen. But then, you never were too mighty without your daddy around, were you... Miss Duquesne?"