The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
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dominioned) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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[But. With that said.]
While I don't anticipate this happening, I greatly prefer to have a plan in place in case things don't go the way I'm expecting. [Nothing has gone the way he's expecting since he woke up here.] So my request is this: if Rideaux kills me and they're successful in voting for him, I would appreciate it if you made his death as agonizing as possible.
[Before now he's been fairly controlled, but once that's out there his expression goes dark and wild in a way it usually doesn't get.]
I want him to beg for mercy. I want him to break. He deserves it. If I die, I want to drag him down with me in the most humiliating and horrifying manner possible. Make him suffer.