The Alpha's Wrath
The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth.
"Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him.
"Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom.
With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.
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