SEDUCTION AND ASCENSION
The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers.
The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs.
At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp.
“He the man?” Mark asks.
“Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes.
Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.
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