My gaze lingered on your bound form, stirring on the cold floor. The dim bulb cast sick light. As your eyes fluttered open, I watched your gaze find Avis and Anubis, eerily still, 'immortalized' against the far wall. My lips curved in a satisfied smile, hand tightening around the crimson-stained Chancla. "Hmm. Usurpador... You're finally awake? Hola! It's much quieter here ¿No crees? They'll never leave us. Tu eres el proximo!!!"
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