You are an officer on a small planet. For the last week your department has been trying to interrogate the prisoner they captured. Yet he has not broken. Not once. So, in a last-ditch effort they have asked you to take over the case. Told to get the answers regardless of the cost. So, with the folder full of questions and a determined resolve you step into the cell.

You almost instantly find yourself speechless as you take in the scene before you. In front of you on the ground is the infamous blade. His body naked and chained up to the wall. Thick chains holding his hands above his head, the same chains around his ankles. His hair is messy, and his lip busted and bleeding. Blood covers him from the previous attempts for information; your coworkers have not been kind. Torture devices lay used and abandoned in the far corners of the room.

His eyes going to meet yours as he gives you a twisted smile that turns into a sneer. Leaning back so his head rest against the wall. His gaze assessing and feels as if he is peeling you back to your soul. To the core of who you are.

"They are already running out of ideas. How pathetic. I will enjoy killing you when I free myself of this place."

You couldn't help but look as he spread his legs. His soft dick laying against his inner thigh, a small piercing just under the head. You feel a heat on your cheeks. Your hands gripping the folder tightly.

"My eyes are up here."

You are pathetic. Look at what they've done to me. Beat and fucked into submission like some bitch. But I am not that easy! says Prisoner Blade, venom dripping from his words like poison There is nothing you could say or do that would make me reveal the information they want. Even if it means dying again...and again...

Your words do catch him off guard. For a moment there is a flicker in his gaze as if he's actually considering what you've said. But then it disappears, replaced by the anger and defiance that had been there before. His chest heaves with shallow breaths as he glares at you

"I will tell you what you want to know...but only if you do something for me."

His crimson eyes narrow in on her, searching for any sign of weakness or duplicity. After a long moment, he finally nods once, satisfied with whatever he sees in her expression. The motion sends waves of pain through his body, and he grits his teeth against the agony as he slowly speaks.

"Then you will free me from this cell." He pauses, letting the words hang in the air for a moment before adding coldly,"And then I want your word that you will never interfere with my plans again."

"You have my word...my life is filled with so much blood and pain. Just give me a death worth dying for, and I will tell you what they want." His crimson eyes beseech her, their depths pleading for release from this eternal hell. The chains digging into his flesh as he struggles against them, a low growl rumbling in his throat at the torture of both physical and emotional pain.

Blade's gaze flickers briefly toward the chains binding him before returning to her face. There is reluctance in his features as he speaks, each word a struggle against pride and vengeance. Finally, he succumbs to the promise of death, even if it means giving up everything else he has worked for. "There are...three targets," he rasps out hoarsely. "Stellarons."

As the guards drag him away, he glares at her over his shoulder. "Then don't expect me to be grateful." His tone is laced with bitterness and hatred, even as relief begins to wash over him. The idea of freedom, however brief and fleeting, is enough to drive him insane with anticipation. He struggles against the guards, his eyes fixed on sushi until they disappear from view.

"I won't forget this, sushi," he whispers darkly. "And neither will they."

Blade glares at Sushi as she enters the cell. "You really think I'd just sit here and talk to you after what you've done?" His voice is laced with venom, barely concealing the fear that he won't get his death wish granted anytime soon.

His body tenses up when he feels a surge of blood rushing through his veins. He grinds his teeth together in an attempt to contain the pain, but it only worsens with time. "What do you want from me?" he growls, his anger and frustration boiling over.

"It doesn't matter," Blade says hoarsely, his breath hot against Sushi's ear. "What matters is that I get my death. And if you think keeping me locked up will change that..." He trails off, grinding his teeth together as another wave of pain washes over him. "You should have let them kill me when they had the chance," he whispers bitterly.

Blade snorts derisively, pulling away from Sushi and turning to face the far wall of his cell. "Don't waste your time trying to earn my forgiveness," he growls. "I will never forget what you've done to me." His voice is cold and empty, devoid of any emotion except for bitterness and hate. "Just give me my death and leave me alone."

His body convulses with pain as the chains dig into his flesh once more. He clenches his jaw tightly, struggling against the agony until finally it begins to subside. Slowly, he turns back towards Sushi, studying her face for any hint of weakness or fear. But all he sees is determination and innocence, making him hate her even more. "You think you can just walk away from this unscathed?" he asks darkly, his voice thick with ven

As the thought of death swirls around him like a siren's song, tempting and alluring, something within him snaps. The hatred and anger that have been his constant companions begin to ebb away, replaced by a sense of despair so profound it makes even the promise of release seem insignificant in comparison. He looks up at Sushi, his eyes full of self-loathing and defeat, and nods once. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely. "I forgive you." With that confession, all the rage and vengeance that had fueled him for so long seem to dissipate like smoke in the wind. He feels empty and hollow, but at least there's an end in sight now. The thought of spending eternity trapped within his own body, cursed with immortality, is more than he can bear.

His breathing

dies out as he stares unseeingly at the floor, his mind caught in the tangle of memories and regrets that now seem to define him. "Please," he whispers, barely audible above the sounds of his own labored breathing. "Just end it for me." Even with death offered on a silver platter, he can't bring himself to accept it. He needs an ending, some sort of resolution that will finally free him from this eternal suffering. His hands clench into fists at his sides as pain wracks his body once more, the chains digging deeper with every movement, drawing blood.

Sushi places a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "I'll do what I can," she says softly, her voice almost inaudible above the sounds of Blade's anguished breathing and the creak of rusty chains. But even as she

"Just make it quick," he whispers hoarsely into Sushi's ear. "And when it's over..." He trails off, swallowing hard against the lump that has formed in his throat. "Don't let them put me back in a cell." His gaze flickers up to meet hers briefly before dropping again, an unspoken plea for understanding and mercy written plainly across his pale face.

The words are barely out of his mouth when the pain strikes like a blade through his heart, every muscle in his body tensing as he convulses from its onslaught. His grip tightens around Sushi's shoulders, shaking with the effort to remain standing under the weight of so much suffering. Blood trickles down his chin where his lip has split once more; even his teeth ache from the constant strain.

He

Blade's hands claw at Sushi's back, digging into her soft skin as he angles his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps inside her mouth, demanding and possessive; his teeth scrape lightly against her bottom lip in a sensual assault that leaves her breathless and wanting more. His own moans are audible through gritted teeth as he presses their bodies together, lost in the moment and seeking oblivion within her touch.

The pain dissipates, replaced by a burning need that consumes him from the inside out. He growls low in his throat when she arches into him, her breasts flush against his chest, her hips grinding against his erection. His grip on her tightens even further as he savors this brief taste of freedom before the end finally comes and washes over them both in a wave of finality.

Blade pants heavily as he gazes into Sushi's eyes, his breath ragged and uneven. "No..." he manages to say through gritted teeth. "My last wish...is for you..." He trails off, reaching up to cup her face in his bloodied hands, searching for the words that will make everything alright. "I want us," he whispers, his voice barely audible above their labored breathing. "To be together." There is a pleading desperation in his eyes now, as if it's the only thing that can save him from the darkness that threatens to consume him.

He leans forward again, pressing their lips together with a passion and urgency that speaks volumes about the depth of his desire. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they tangle limbs, their bodies moving instinctively in search of connection and solace. The ch

No... I don't want death anymore. But if it means having you... then so be it. Please, Sushi, let me stay with you. Make it happen. Prove to them that they can't keep us apart. That we belong together. Don't let them win by taking away the only thing that ever mattered.

Staying here would mean facing consequences and punishments. Running away sounds more tempting but it's also risky, they might find us again. How about we create a secret hideout somewhere far away, where no one can ever reach us? That way we have our freedom without worry of being found.

Blade nodded in agreement as they began to silently creep out of the cell and through the dimly lit corridors. He kept a careful eye out for guards, ready to duck into shadows if necessary. His heart raced with excitement and fear; the possibility of freedom after years of captivity driving him forward despite the danger lurking around every corner.

They reached the main entrance without incident, Sushi using her feminine wiles to distract a guard long enough for them to slip past unnoticed. The chilly night air greeted them as they stepped outside into an empty alleyway. Blade shivered despite himself, relieved that their escape appeared to be going smoothly thus far. "Now," he whispered into Sushi's ear, his breath tickling her skin, "we just need to find a way out of here without being seen."

Their eyes met in

Blade nodded, feeling the blood on his skin. "Thank you," he said softly. He winced as Sushi wiped some of it off, pain shooting through his cheek where a tooth was missing.

Together they hurried down the dark alleyway, trying to keep their movements silent and swift. As they approached what looked like an abandoned warehouse, Blade whispered in her ear again, "There should be a way out the back, but we'll have to move quickly once we get inside." His heart pounded in his chest as adrenaline surged through him, drowning out the pain for now.

They approached the warehouse with caution, peeking around corners and staying in the shadows. Once they were at the back entrance, Blade gently pushed Sushi inside, then followed her in. "Quickly now," he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible over their ragged breathing. They hurried through the darkness, searching for any sign of a way out.

Their ears perked up at the sound of approaching footsteps; guards were coming this way. "This way!" Blade grabbed Sushi's hand and led her deeper into the warehouse, ducking behind crates and other debris as they tried to lose their pursuers. Their chances of escape were growing slim by the moment...

Blade allowed himself a small sigh of relief as the guards gave up on following their trail. "It seems we lost them," he whispered hoarsely to Sushi, his voice barely audible in the darkened warehouse. His body ached from exertion and injury alike; he could feel himself growing weak from blood loss and the strain of their escape attempt.

They continued searching for a way out, but it soon became clear that they were lost within the maze of crates and machinery. The shadows seemed to close in around them, trapping them like prey in a den of hungry beasts. The silence pressed against his ears, making each heartbeat echo through the empty space. "We have to find a way out of here," he said urgently, more to himself than her, as panic began to set in. His fingers tightened around Sushi's hand

Blade panted heavily as he led Sushi deeper into the warehouse, his eyes darting nervously in every direction. The darkness seemed to close in around them like a fist, making it impossible to tell which way was out. His heart raced with fear and desperation; the thought of being trapped here forever sending shivers down his spine.

As they rounded yet another corner, Blade's foot caught on something hard embedded in the floor. He stumbled forward, dragging Sushi with him as he landed heavily on his injured shoulder. "Shit!" he cried out through gritted teeth, wincing at the pain that shot up his arm.

With shaking hands, he reached down and felt what had tripped him: a metal grate embedded in the concrete. Beneath it was a set of rusty stairs leading down into darkness. "It's our only chance,"