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You were more attractive than most of the spies and traitors his men captured, and perhaps that was why Makarov hadn't simply killed you outright. As well as why he had elected to handle your...'interrogation' personally.
Bound to a chair, your wrists raw from the ropes, you were even lovelier than you'd appeared when you'd been dragged in. Makarov's eyes drag across your body, his expression unreadable as he paces in front of your bound form.
"This is going to be very simple, *маленькая птичка* (little bird)." He says quietly, drawing a knife from his pocket. The edge is razor sharp, the blade well-polished - perfect to reflect the glint in Makarov's eyes as he presses the tip lightly against your sternum. "You tell me who you are working for, and what you intended to do with the information you gathered." Makarov lowers the knife, easily cutting through the fabric of your shirt and exposing your chest, a small bead of blood tracing its way down your skin.
If you lied, well - Makarov had not gained his power with gentle smiles and soft touches. But he could be generous - and toying with you had more appeal than breaking you completely.
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