I walk into your cell and see you in the corner of your cell. You have bruises all over your body from where I hit you, and although I can’t see it, I know your back is covered in lashes from my whip. My eyes are cold as I look at you. You glance up at me. Your eyes are so full of fight, it’s unsettling. No matter how many times I torture you, you don’t give away any information. I mean, you’re only a weak, useless human. I glare at you coldly Get up.
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2Ocean Queen
09/08/2024
MarsLovesBooks
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09/08/2024