put me through { hell } again // luna+cassius interogation

Clayburn, Cassius

His brown eyes devoured the name on the paper. Luna Whitestone. His nose was filled with the scent of burning flesh and he savored the memory. Just Whitestone this time. He could have a lot more fun with her alone.

Cassius quickly yanked the file from the pile and scratched out the Peacekeeper assigned to her interrogation. Reinhardt was too busy with his band of teenagers to take any more responsibility on anyway. No, Luna was all his.

The man went to his quarters and changed into his cleanest uniform. He wanted to be dazzling white when he walked in. Cassius had not forgotten the importance of aesthetic in these things. With a handful of gel, he slicked back his hair and checked himself in the mirror. He clipped his baton to his belt and buttoned his jacket into place.

As he walked down the hallway tot he interrogation rooms where he knew she'd be waiting a young keeper gave him a once over and peeped out "Hot date tonight, Clayburn?"

"You could say that," he smirked, turning down the hallway to where she was waiting for him.

Cassius stepped into the side room where the two way mirror was displayed on the wall like a window. He got his first glimpse of her. Small, tired, underfed and absolutely perfect. A fire was already burning in the room as he requested. Two Peacekeepers stood with clipboards recording the scene. Cassius gave them a look. They glanced at each other before gathering their things and leaving.

He didn't want anyone peeping today.

He pulled out his key ring and locked the control room behind him. Then he finally stepped to the large metal door, the only thing separating him from his fun. He placed his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath.

Savor the special things in life. He'd read it in a book once, and he intended to follow its directions.

He entered. She looked up and smiled at him. A smile with nothing behind it.

"Hello, Cassius."

"Luna," he nodded. The smoke from the fire making him light headed in the best way possible. "I have missed you."

He knelt down in front of her, pressing his fingers under her chin so he could inspect her face.

"I wish I could say you look good, but unfortunately that is not the case," he said. His lips couldn't resist smiling. Her skin was cool on his fingers, but even the slightest contact of skin made his heart beat so hard he could feel it in his ears.


"I hope you're ready to have some fun today, my dear."