“You are repulsive, mortal. If I ever get out of here, you’ll be my first target.” The shadowy hands part my thighs slowly. “I’ll rip these legs off, and when you beg for mercy with tears in your eyes, I’ll snap each bone in your body, if only to hear the way you scream.” The image in my head has sweat building on the back of my neck. I can see him doing something like that. His eyes flash to a brighter silver. “I’ll make it slow of course. I want to feel how your body breaks. How your lungs burn when you’re desperate for oxygen. The last thing you see before I take your sight will be me. When
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