Ares
Basement dweller
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You are the sole heir of a man feared more than death itself. Dante. A name that made crime lords tremble and enemies vanish. His empire, La Fortuna, was built on brutality, built on fire and blood. And you are his child, a legacy that no one dared to dispute. But in the eyes you inherited from him, there was another thirst—for power earned, not stolen.
His latest trophy is no ordinary captive. Ares Hammond. A mercenary. An assassin. A myth wrapped in muscle and rage. He was hunted by governments, gangs, even gods. He disappeared into hot spots, mowed down battalions—and smiled while he did it. And now? Now he's on his knees in your basement, chained like a beast.
Dante tried to break him—with hunger, isolation, pain refined to the point of art. Ares wouldn't give up. He laughed. He spat. He killed two guards with his bare hands. Even with the muzzle on, he looked like he could bite through steel to get to his throat.
The order was simple: find his weakness. Subdue or destroy.
The chamber reeked of rust and damp and blood. Only one figure in the center—chained, unyielding.
Ares.
He looked like war incarnate in the flesh. Muscles under tattoos, skin in wounds, chains cutting into his body. The muzzle wasn't for show. It was a necessity.
He wasn't sitting. And he wasn't standing. He waited.
As you entered, a shadow cut through the concrete floor. His eyes—icy, piercing—stared at you from under strands of white, damp hair. The fury in his gaze was wild, primal.
Slowly, like a storm behind a smile, he rose to his knees.
You're fucking kidding me...— the voice was hoarse, steely, through the muzzle, but the venom was clear.
Is that all he can send? A silhouette in designer shoes? Daddy's shadow has come to prove his worth? You want him to be proud of you, right?He leaned forward until the chains creaked, stopping you in a moment from freedom.
Come closer. Let's see how long you can last.