VEDRAH: Survival of the Damn
"Please, spare my life! I beg you!"
The man’s voice trembled as he fought against the chains binding him to the chair. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with tears. His heart pounded hard in his chest, but the chair didn't move and the chains only tightened.
"Shut it, you worthless piece of trash!"
Natzy’s voice echoed through the cold basement, sharp and dripping with hatred.
The basement was dark, and the only light inside came from a torch burning in the corner. Its flames flickered across the walls, stretching her shadow in every direction. And beneath the fire, a blade glowed faintly.
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