Zuria's P.O.V Her heart trembled, her soul utterly broken. Worse yet, she couldn't run. It felt as though, if she stepped back, everything she had done to create this role would have been for nothing. She took deep breaths; she knew what was coming. If she had only listened, she would have known the devil exists. If she had listened, she wouldn't have fallen into his simple grasp. A hedge of fire speared from her fingertips, and she stepped back. She was completely out of control. She heard cries, accompanied by the putrid stench of flesh burning off the bone. Her back bumped into something hard—a wall. Feeling the rigidity of a chest, she realized it was a dead man. She turned to run but was dragged back by her hair. The pain made the burn of her tears feel painfully real. She was being dragged so roughly that she swore a headache was brewing. In that moment, she wanted to plead for mercy, but she knew that would only give the monsters more power. She couldn't afford to lose t
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