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CHAPTER TWELVE: MATTERS AT HAND

In a wholly dark room Elroy lay on the cold floor, stripped of his clothes, bruised and bloody. Beside him stood Rose, selecting from various sizes of knives on the torture table; no matter how strong his mind was, there's a breaking point for every man - it has been seven months now and the torment grew stronger, Elroy was losing every sense of his being, he could barely speak nor lift a finger.

"Shall we begin phase nine baby doll?" She squats before Elroy. "You've got potential baby doll, I may actually consider making you my next in command and lover if you survive to phase ten."

After a brief chuckle she lifts Elroy's head by his hair then whispered into his ear, "I'll carve my name in your heart that it sparks fear the moment you hear it," she licks the blood dripping down his cheek. "You taste like death already, don't worry it won't kill you."

"Please." Elroy mumbled with all he had.

Infuriated by Elroy's words, Rose slammed his head on the floor then stepped on his face wi
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