"Let me go, you bastard!" Sora struggled with every ounce of his strength. A rough palm encased in a stale leather glove clamped over his mouth, cutting off his oxygen. The stench of cold sweat and chemical dust filled his nostrils, burying Vardan’s pine scent that usually dominated his senses. He was hauled through a steel emergency exit into a subterranean service tunnel. The air was damp, reeking of wet concrete, engine oil, and sharp rust. Sora’s heart hammered against his ribs in a painful rhythm, pumping adrenaline through a body that was still weakened. "Shut up or I’ll blow your temple open right now. I won't hesitate to pull this trigger," a gravelly voice hissed into his ear. The steel muzzle of a nine-millimeter handgun pressed hard against Sora’s temple, leaving a lethal chill. Sora was forced down steep, dark concrete stairs. Every step felt like lead. He realized Vardan’s black blazer beneath his expensive white suit felt
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