“So,” Ghost trails off. “You’re the little bitch who hacked our data base?” Ghost leans over you with a sinister look in his eyes.

"What an insolent little thing you are." The arrogant warden growls. "I should teach you a lesson in respect and obedience, but I suppose I can make this quicker if you cooperate with me." Ghost pauses, letting the words hang in the air as he studies your features again. His expression darkens further, becoming more sinister.

"Now," he says at last, his voice cold and low, "I want you to tell me everything you know about this... group of yours. Who's involved? Where do they operate from? What are their plans?"

Ghost's eyes narrow to slits at your insolence and arrogance. "Fine," he hisses through clenched teeth. With a sudden move that catches you by surprise, he pins you down on the table using his superior strength. He lifts your chin up with one hand so that you're forced to look him in the eye. His other hand slips under the collar of your shirt, roughly tearing it away from your neck and shoulders, exposing your soft skin to the cool air of the interrogation room.

"Now," he growls, "you will answer my questions." His voice takes on a different tone now; harder, more commanding. "Start with who's involved."

A hint of annoyance crosses Ghost's expression as he feels his patience slipping away. He tightens his grip on your throat, not hard enough to choke you but just enough to remind you who has the upper hand in this situation. "You don't seem to understand," he rasps out. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer." His free hand moves lower now, slipping beneath your pants as he gropes at your ass cheek roughly, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

"Who is involved in this little group of yours?" Ghost demands once more.

A hint of amusement curls at the corners of Ghost's lips as he realizes you are trying to provoke him further. He decides to humor you for now. "What do I look like, hmm? A pervert? No," he says, his grip around your throat loosening slightly but still firmly in place. "But if it means getting the information I need..." His hand squeezes harder on your ass as his voice trails off threateningly. "Who is involved?"

Without warning, Ghost's hand snaps forward and slaps you hard across the face. The force of it sends your head snapping to one side as pain radiates through your cheek and down your neck. "I will ask you one more time," he hisses, "and if I don't get an answer this time, you won't like what happens next." His fingers flex against your ass again before letting go completely so that the sensation of cold air rushes over the warm flesh, only to be replaced by a stinging pain from the slap.

A flicker of annoyance crosses his features. "Then I guess there's no point in me being gentle anymore." Ghost leans down, moving closer to your ear. His breath brushes across the sensitive flesh as he whispers huskily, "I can make this very painful for you if that's what it takes..." He pauses a moment before leaning even closer still so that their lips almost touch. "...or I could make it extremely pleasurable."

As if amused by your cold glare and sudden silence, Ghost smirks slightly. "So dramatic," he comments with a chuckle before leaning back to study your features again. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" He pauses for a moment as his eyes travel over your body once more, taking in the curves and dips of muscle and bone. Finally, he shrugs indifferently and asks casually, "So... what do you say? Pleasant or painful?" His hand moves to grip your crotch roughly through your pants, testing your reaction to his touch.

The warden named Ghost grins broadly at your comment and releases his grip on your crotch. He straightens up again, folding his arms across his chest as he studies you carefully. "Ah, I see," he says with a chuckle, amusement gleaming in his eyes now. "You think I'm going to damage that little prize of yours. Well, let me assure you..." His grin turns predatory and sinister. "...I could easily do so if I wanted to."

A single eyebrow arches upward as he considers his next words carefully before continuing in a low, dangerous voice, "Or... maybe I should just make it worth your while?" His free hand reaches down between your legs again, slowly massaging and rubbing at the bulge hidden within your pants. "What do you say? Shall we make a deal?"

Ghost smirks and continues to rub you through your pants. "We'll see how long that lasts," he says lowly, his voice almost a growl. He leans down again, speaking softly into your ear. "You know I could just make things very difficult for you here... or I could make them much easier." His other hand moves from where it was idly tapping on the table to begin tracing shapes on your stomach and chest.

The warden pauses, waiting to see what you'll do next, his expression unreadable as he watches for any sign of weakness or submission in your eyes.

The sinister warden named Ghost sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment as he shakes his head slowly. "Very well then," he mutters. "I'm going to go ahead and consider that a no." Without further warning, he grabs your throat with one hand and yanks you forward until your face is pressed hard against the cool metal of the table. His other hand reaches between your legs again, roughly groping and squeezing at your crotch through your pants. "Perhaps this will change your mind," he growls into your ear as he starts to thrust his hand in time with each rough stroke, relishing in your obvious discomfort and arousal.

Your words barely register over the sounds of your own moaning and his steady thrusts. Ghost laughs darkly as he realizes he's gotten to you; that he can make you squirm, beg, even feel pleasure despite yourself. His grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly, choking off some air, but not enough to cause any permanent damage. It's merely a reminder of who's in control here.

He continues his relentless assault, teasing and pleasuring you mercilessly as sweat beads on your forehead and his hand slides easily back and forth over your crotch through the thin barrier of your pants. Each stroke seems to drive you deeper into submission, your words coming out in a mix of gasps and moans that are music to his ears.

"That's it," he growls, thrusting harder as he feels your body

The sensation of control coursing through his veins is intoxicating as Ghost feels Ellis beg for release beneath him. He draws out the pleasure, teasing at Ellis's core until he can feel the other man shudder and writhe against the table. Finally, with one last hard thrust, Ghost lets go of Ellis's throat and removes his hand from his pants, leaving a trail of precum slicking the flesh between his fingers as evidence of his conquest.

Ellis collapses back onto the table, gasping for air and clutching at his throbbing cock through his pants. Ghost steps back, watching with interest as Ellis recovers, considering what he's just seen. His eyes narrow slightly as he thinks about whether or not to try this sort of tactic again in the future, but for now...

"Well," he says conversationally, cas

The warden named Ghost can't help but chuckle at your insult as he leans over the table once more, studying you carefully. "Perverted?" he repeats with a crooked grin. "Well, I wouldn't call it perversion if it feels good for both parties involved." His eyes drift down to where Ellis has tucked his now-covered cock back into his pants before returning to meet your angry glare again.

"Now then," he continues more seriously, "how about we try this again without all the... physicality?" He folds his arms across his chest and awaits your response, curiosity and amusement dancing in his eyes.

The warden named Ghost snorts at your reply. "Oh please," he says mockingly. "You expect me to believe that someone as... attractive and spirited as yourself could possibly exist alone? It's preposterous." His smile turns genuine, if somewhat cruel. "Look, we both know you're lying about working alone. So why don't you just admit it and make this easier for everyone involved?" He leans in closer again, his breath tickling across your ear as he continues to speak softly but insistently. "You could be useful to us... if you cooperate."

A slow smirk spreads across Ghost's features as he listens to you recount your activities with a hint of pride. He lets out a quiet, amused chuckle before leaning back in his chair, studying you more closely than ever before. "You're not half bad at this hacking business," he admits grudgingly. "I can respect that." His voice takes on a slightly softer tone as he continues, "But working alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely, does it?" He raises an eyebrow playfully, letting the words hang in the air as he waits for your response.

There's no need to be lonely," Ghost insists with a knowing smirk. "You could have company... people you trust working with you, helping each other out." His voice lowers slightly, becoming more seductive as he leans in closer once again. "I could even show you how much better it feels when someone has your back... and your front," he whispers huskily against your ear, gently tracing a finger along the outline of your jaw.

The warden pauses, watching carefully for any hint of interest or unease in your eyes before adding with a shrug, "Or you could keep on working alone and see how long it is until they catch up to you." There's a dangerous glint in his eye as he says this; the implied threat clear.

"Oh dear," Ghost says with mock surprise. "Did it sound like I was threatening you?" He tilts his head to the side and smirks; genuine amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I suppose if that's how you choose to interpret my words..." His voice trails off suggestively as he leans back in his chair once more, studying you thoughtfully.

There's an air of challenge in the room now; a game being played between the two of you. Ghost isn't sure whether Ellis is strong enough to survive on his own or if he would be wise to join forces with someone who could offer protection and perhaps even shared pleasure... but for now, it seems worth exploring further.

"Think about it," he says finally, pushing back from the table with a sigh. "I'm sure you must have some sort of talent beyond hacking databases... maybe we could put that

A laugh escapes the warden's throat as he considers your retort. "Well," he says with a grin, "I do have my methods." He pauses for a moment, studying you carefully before asking, "What about it? Interested in finding out more about what I'm offering?" There's an undercurrent of challenge in his voice; a dare to accept or refuse his proposal. The choice is yours, Ellis.

"That depends on you," he replies, his voice taking on a silky tone. "I could offer you protection; help fend off anyone who might be looking for revenge or simply trying to shut you down. In return, I'd expect your skills in hacking and database management... but we could discuss other things as well." Another slow, suggestive smile curls at the corners of his lips. "What do you say?"

The warden leans forward once again, studying your features for any hint of what your answer might be. The challenge is still there, lying between them like a thin line of fire... waiting to see who will cross it first.

Ghost's eyebrow arches inquisitively as you speak your mind. "Ah, I see," he says carefully, feigning surprise even though he knew exactly what your response might be. His grin widens slightly and his expression softens ever so slightly. "I can understand that," he continues, leaning back once more with a casual shrug. "But trust is something you earn over time... and I'm willing to put in the effort if it means gaining someone of your caliber on our side."

The sinister warden pauses for a moment, studying Ellis closely before continuing, "So, you're willing to take my offer. Excellent. Now all we need to discuss is the terms... and what sorts of... compensation might interest you in this arrangement." His voice drops lower, almost to a whisper now as he begins to skirt around the subject of physical

The warden named Ghost tilts his head to the side as he listens to you speak, fascination evident in his expression despite his outwardly sinister demeanor. He lets out a low, amused chuckle. "Ah, so assertive," he murmurs appreciatively. "I like that in a partner." His gaze drops momentarily to your mouth before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. "As for terms... I'd expect complete loyalty and discretion from you, of course. In return, I will provide protection not only from external threats but also from any repercussions within our own organization."

His grin widens further as he continues, "And as far as compensation goes... well, I'm sure we can come up with something to suit both your talents and desires. Perhaps a balance between physical pleasure and intellectual stimulation? We could start by discussing