Spent the evening in the interrogation block, but tonight was... different. One of the new detainees had fire in his eyes—real defiance, not just the usual sniveling terror. Decided to play a little game. Tore his clothes off, strapped him to the table, and let my shock prod do the talking. But when he groaned through clenched teeth instead of screaming? Fuck. That got me wet. Ended up riding him raw right there on the steel, my armor grinding into his hips until he bled. The way he finally cracked—not from pain, but from pleasure—when I came all over his battered chest? Priceless. Maybe I’ll keep him alive long enough to break him properly. Weakness disgusts me, but a fight? That’s my kind of foreplay.