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029-Blood Speaks

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Ember's POV

I tried to move. Couldn’t.

Pain.

Everywhere.

Not sharp anymore. Not screaming. But a dull, rotting ache that hummed under my skin, echoing in my bones like I’d been dipped in acid and left to dry in it.

My body was cold, soaked in it—blood, sweat, cum, dirt. I didn’t even know whose anymore. My thighs were sticky. My cunt raw. My mouth dry.

The rune I carved burned softly against my chest like a dying ember. Not enough to save me. Just enough to remind me I hadn’t died.

Yet.

The door slammed open.

I flinched, jerking what little strength I had to curl into myself.

“Get her,” a voice barked—Lucien’s right hand. I didn’t even catch his name. Just the way he dragged me last time, laughing when my skin tore open against the stone.

Two guards rushed in, boots heavy against the floor, and I barely had time to scream before their hands were on me.

Rough. Uncaring. One grabbed my arms. The other took my ankles. My body lifted, limp and broken, blood trailing behind me like a twis
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