A sparse room. No lighting bar the muted yellow glow of a lone incandescent light and the weak glow of sunlight from outside. Winter continued its tyrannical hold on the world outside, invading the space to destroy the warmth that resided on the inside. His prey, tied to a simple chair in the middle of the room nary stirred as the leather shoes paced on the polished concrete. The finished cigarette butt flew past the bound man, leather bound fingers flicking it nonchalantly. Eyes slowly opened, the glazed look of a man still recovering from a cocktail of alcohol and general anesthesia. The shoes stopped squeaking as they registered the change in his captor. The man closed in, his grin widening as the captive’s cognitive functions slowly came back. Strong arms tested at deftly tied knots as the first protests burbled from the man’s mouth. Quickly the room filled with an expletive laden rant, muscles tensing under the fabric to find a weak spot. The words grew louder as the leather clad hands grasped at the liberated tool. Flicking it as if it was his standard butterfly knife, the pliers clacked until poised in his small hands. Catching the right syllable set, the man sprung forward, gripping at the gaping mouth. Possibly realising his intent, phases changed, each syllable deformed by his inability to close his jaw. The tool plunged down, the warm metal grasping at his canine. Feeling the glorious crack of bone from the tool, he extracted his prize from a now quivering man, his tirade of abuse now interspersed with the gurgle of blood that filled his mouth. Turning the tool, smiling in admiration of his success, he dropped the prize into his pocket, patting it with his hand as the stolen tool was thrown into the captive’s lap. "A tooth for a tooth, mon frère," was all the man muttered as he left the bound man. It was not until he had flicked the light, plunging the room into darkness that he heard the first sob of despair. He almost felt bad for the man, now one tooth less, alone in the cold and dark quarters where he was restrained. Almost.
Ooooh, deliciously dark. I love it! And beautifully written, too, which made this even more of a delight to read. Even if it was a bit on the short side... but I can't complain! I can see that keeping your captive secret was completely intentional, though I wouldn't have minded a little inkling as to who might now be one tooth less. Or a little light shed on just what action warranted such cruelty in turn. But as for a quick glimpse into the dark, sinister side of Spy? Oh yes, so good... Just a couple of nitpicks: and the weak glow of sunlight from outside. Winter continued its tyrannical hold on the world outside, invading the space to destroy the warmth that resided on the inside. The repetition of outside/outside/inside was a little distracting to me, but then I'm OCD about patterns like that, haha. A few simple substitutions would have made this flow a lot smoother, but it's not too bad as it is. The shoes stopped squeaking as they registered the change in his captor. I understand by "they" you mean the captor, but I had to do a double-take to realise you didn't mean the shoes themselves noticed the change, haha. Perhaps swap out "they" for "their wearer/owner/etc."? His prey, tied to a simple chair in the middle of the room nary stirred... The sentence was a bit wordy, I would suggest popping in a comma after "room" to give the chair statement a bit of breathing room from the rest. Catching the right syllable set... My only major gripe - what did you mean by this? Are you going to write more? I kind of want to see Spy collecting a full set, now...