"Fifty-nine seconds, Singhania," Kiara whispered lethally, a completely new, unimaginably dark, terrifying smile aggressively spreading across her flawless red lips. "Your absolute empire, or her final, microscopic breath. Make your completely pathetic choice."The heavy, digital clock on the sleek tablet aggressively ticked down. Fifty-five seconds. The bright, high-definition numbers violently flashed in the freezing, completely sterile interrogation suite. He stared blindly at the glowing video feed, his completely shattered soul violently tearing into microscopic pieces. The massive, heavily armed mercenary adjusted his thick, black tactical gloves on the screen, his heavy, rusted industrial bolt cutters hovering directly over the thick plastic life-support tube. The rhythmic, fragile beep of his mother’s distant heart monitor echoed through the digital audio recorder, a terrifying symphony of her actively fading existence.Fifty seconds. The catastrophic, white-hot agony radiatin
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