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Here, to get you started, is an excerpt from my own contribution: 

Understanding The Enemy

As the woman was carried out into the bright fluorescent lights of the corridor, Blaze caught his breath. She was so young, so fragile. More a girl, really. She put up no resistance as Andy and Tim dragged her to the room four doors down; the interrogation room. The sight of her bare toes brushing the ground as the two men hauled her along between them was oddly touching, and her long dark hair was still dripping wet.

She must be incredibly cold. 

Blaze took a deep breath and followed the trio, directing his men to lift her up onto the table and strap her in place. Even as they fastened the thick bindings around her slender wrists, waist and ankles, rendering her immobile in her blindfolded state, the girl didn't flinch. Once Andy and Tim were done, he gave them a curt nod. "Leave us," he ordered.

"But sir, protocol states—"

"Out!"

He could be intimidating, that much he knew. It wasn't just his size, it was his… what had they said? His demeanor. It was why he had been chosen for the job, after all.

Blaze bit back an ironic smile. 

Lucky me.

Once he was alone with her, he walked closer to the table, watching her intently. She really does have a gorgeous body, he was appalled to find himself thinking. He leaned down, close to her face. "What's your name, little one?" 

She remained silent; her heaving breasts—which were high and round—the only sign that she was in any kind of distress.

"I'll tell you now," Blaze went on, as gently as he could, "things will go a lot better for you if you cooperate. And I don't like having to repeat myself. So I will ask one more time. What's your name?"

Her breathing was shallower now; the rise and fall had increased in pace. He could see the pulse beating frantically at her throat.

Blaze waited a few more moments, then he reached out and stroked her cheek. Leaning in so close his lips brushed her ear, he said, "Do you want to get out of here alive?"

Still no reaction.

"Believe me, in this place, I'm the only friend you've got."

"You're no friend of mine!" she spat suddenly, startling him. "You're nothing but Saxian militia scum! Doing their bidding, following their orders, trampling all over your own kind! I despise you!"

Aware of the two-way mirror taking up an entire wall of the room, Blaze bit back his first instinct, which was to chuckle. Instead, he reached out and pinched her inner thigh, hard.

The girl gasped. 

"You talk a mighty good fight for someone who's captured, strapped naked to my table, and in my territory, little one," he said, calmly. "I'd like to remind you that we're being watched and that around here, I'm the boss."

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~ Tabby x