Half-Masked Girl

The woman who had her wrists chained to the ceiling and ankles chained to the floor, woke up when she heard the metal door creaked open. She opened her eyes slowly and lifted her view from the floor to the person who opened the door.

A half-masked girl clothed in black crop top and shorts. Her blonde hair flows down her mid-back as scar run down on her left side from her ribs and disappear below her shorts.

Her red lips curled in disgust as her gloved hands formed a fist and her black boots clicked on the hard floor as she walks further towards the chained woman. The chained woman looks around the room and saw a table laid out on the left corner. Various types of torturing device laid on it watching her.

"I don't like wasting my time on some shameful liar. So, let's get to business, Yeah?" She asked, her dark tone practised.