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Everyone just laughed like I'm just some kind of a psychopath, what's funny to them, they were laughing and pointing hands, and worse of it the subjects were laughing too, maybe I was stupid for talking without understanding anything, I shouldn't have let my curiosity get the better of me.

The viewers waiting for an answer suddenly felt the same way I had when I talked to the psychiatrist, as if they were being played. [Wait, I've been waiting all this time for that answer?] [I think this streamer needs to see a shrink. She's clearly not right in the head.] [If you can't come up with something better, just don't make things up. Do you think we're idiots?] I smiled at the flood of mockery on the screen. "Maybe this answer sounds too strange, but it really is the only answer.

The smell of piss and feces hit my nose, and vomit lodged in my throat. It burned like hell, but I swallowed, not wanting to add to the horrendous stench. The garage had cement walls, and two barred cells stood across from us with a solid wall between them. One was vacant, but the other one held someone. A figure crouched in the corner, hiding its face. The only evidence that it was human was the clothes I could see and the lack of hair on the arms.

Oh God, I feel so stupid. “You look so silly grinning like that,” Ahvi points out and I chuckle again. “I know,”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

I asked seriously. She snorted, "you sound like I really did stab you, it was just an illusion to drag into the dream Land." She said as the door finally opened. "Quiet barbarian, " the dirty vampire guard that opened the door sneered his deep black teeth and heavy polluted breathe had me almost doubling over and puking all over the van, to make matters worst it did not help that I could make out the coloured drool that had coated his heavy dirty beards. Susan might have seen the look of gross-ness on my face as she leaned in to whisper to me.

“Do either of you intend to behave even slightly like civilised men while we’re here?” “Civilised is boring,” Corvin said cheerfully. “I’d rather amuse the enemy. Or at least myself.” Edric rolled his eyes. “If amusing yourself involves making us all look like fools, I’ll consider it a minor war crime.” “War crime? Really, Edric. Must you always ruin the fun with technicalities?” Corvin tossed his hair back, the sunlight catching just enough gel to glint like a jewel. “I’m an artist, darling. If my art is lethal, it is simply a happy accident.”

Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could. When she heard Evan say that the perpetrators were suspected to be from an organ trafficking ring, she raised a brow and had a strange smirk on her face. Out of the blue, I recalled something I'd forgotten. While I'd been tied to the bed and assaulted, someone masked from the nose up flashed that very same smile at me as I screamed and struggled. Before leaving, she'd adjusted the camera to make sure it faced me before saying to the men, "Lyra here likes it rough. You don't need to hold yourselves back with her."

He grinned. “The girl is not here … now.” Hugo half turned his back to Aryadi and Burhan. The grin on his lips didn't disappear either. “But I'm not sure about a few seconds ago.” Burhan tried to argue and yell, but Hugo interrupted him loudly as if he already knew what Burhan was going to say. “You haven't forgotten who I am, have you? The reason why I'm called the Cursed?” Hugo hissed like a snake in the middle of a savanna whose calm was disturbed. But then his tone became jolting again. “I can smell them!”

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”