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Chapter 64
Nicholas’s POV
Banishing to the east. Prayer to the God of ultimate Pleasure and Pain.
Thanateros, your rite has commenced!
He recites: "Unto Thee - the Kingdom - the Power - and the Glory - to the Ages!"
"Amen!"
This ritual is the needed barrier to breach on my path to passing the Abyss of initiation.
I can see nothing. My wrists are tied with leather cuffs to a rack and I can barely stand on my feet. I feel my own hot sweat dripping down my temples and from my nose to the ground. But the room is cold. The room is cold and I am naked, defenseless physically and emotionally. My body is drained so dry and I cannot speak, let alone cry out.
Water.
I need it, desperately.
He has blocked my nose and my eyes. Soon, after he is done teasing me, he'll shut off my ears. His voice feels like a whip across my waist. It comes from the opposite side of my narrow dungeon. I beg him to come closer, to feel the breath of another
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