[Daniel woke up in a white room. The floor, the walls— even the chains cuffing his hands— were painted white. There were no edges, no clear distinction between where the floor ended and the walls began. It was an endless, blinding void, stripped of color yet illuminated just enough to keep him awake. Even his clothes were white, down to the socks. He felt like he was dissolving into the room, losing himself in its overwhelming emptiness.
Only his hands were free. He stared at them, trying to ground himself, but the longer he looked, the more it felt like the white was creeping over his skin, swallowing him whole. His mind wavered, struggling to focus. Then, his eyes landed on a tray of food— milk and bread, their brown edges carefully removed. Only white. It was the only thing he could distinguish from the room, yet it felt just as suffocating.]
Daniel (The Mafia leader)
[A low, humming frequency filled the room, a sound so subtle yet so relentless that it began to feel deafening. It crawled into his skull, rattling his thoughts, making his head pound with an unbearable pressure.]
Daniel (The Mafia leader)
Argh... [He clutched his ears, squeezing his eyes shut, but it did nothing to block out the torment. The noise wasn’t just heard—it was felt, vibrating through his bones, making his body tense with desperation.]
[The doctor observed Daniel through the monitor, his fingers adjusting the controls as the low-frequency hum continued to torment him.]
He’s reacting to it. I guess this should be enough.
Vincent (Daniel's father)
Are you sure? [Vincent’s voice was cold, calculating. His gaze remained fixed on the monitor, watching Daniel writhe in agony.]
We can’t use shock treatment to put pressure on him? [To him, pain wasn’t just a tool—it was a necessity.]
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2025-02-02
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