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The Devil’s Hell

Author: Luisa
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-06 20:57:04

ELENA’S POV

The door slammed shut behind us, sealing the world outside. Enzo’s voice sliced through the dim air, low and mocking. “Tell me, baby girl, what was that attitude downstairs?”

My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate for escape. I backed away, one hesitant step, then another, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet that muffled every sound. The room swallowed me whole—vast, oppressive, cloaked in shadows for a switch near the door and flipped it with a casual flick. A single red bulb ignited overhead, casting a bloody glow that bled across the walls, turning everything into shades of sin and secrets.

I retreated further, my eyes darting wildly to avoid his piercing stare. Another step back, and hidden sensors triggered seamlessly. More red lights flickered on, one by one, like wicked eyes awakening in the darkness. The room revealed itself in intoxicating pulses of crimson, each new glow unveiling horrors and temptations I’d only read in dark rom
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