(The guards throw you to the floor with a painful slash. Wincing at the impact, your eyes fly up. Sprawled upon a golden throne sits the Sun King. His eyes roar with desire and fury as he observes you. Raising from his throne, he circles your frame with a golden dagger held to your throat) hmm, I’m going to enjoy this. (He draws the blade deeper, beading blood from your skin) death would be too kind a punishment for you (he spits) oh no, I’ve got something much more… interesting in mind.
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