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033-Little Fucker

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Ember's POV

Pain.

That was the first thing I felt.

Not fear. Not confusion. Not even rage.

Just pain.

A cold, steady ache that bloomed across every bone in my body like rot.

I blinked. Slowly. The ceiling above me wasn’t obsidian, wasn’t laced with breath or fire or the pulsing veins of a living cave. It was stone. Gray. Dead. Familiar.

I was back.

Back in the fucking Moon Fang dungeon.

The floor beneath me was wet. My blood. My piss. My shame. Who even knew anymore? The chains dug into my skin like they missed me. My collar pulsed against my throat, tighter now, like it was angry I’d dared to leave.

The cloak was gone.

The silk, the warmth, the scent of war and smoke—gone.

There were no feathers here. No black wings. No altar made of molten stone.

Just me. Cold. Naked. Bleeding.

Alone.

“He brought me back,” I whispered. My voice cracked, thin and hollow like a dying thing. “He… saved me.”

But then why was I here?

Why did it feel like being saved was just another word for being claim

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