Chapter 17. part 1: A Prayer.

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•_______King Dice POV________•
•_______time...unknown________•

The ligHt, poor.
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The silence, loud.

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The place is small and smElly. Sweat and blood. But the old type.

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My body aches. The bruises sting. The blood dry on my skin. Attached to a metal chair with ropes, too tight to break, too... tight. It aLmost hurts.
I don't know where i find myself in.

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I don't know how many moons had Passed from the last time i saw the red, velvet colour from the Boss's Office.
The clean golden light from the furnitures and the sounds of the costumers entering and
leaving the casino... I kinda... miss it.
My breath is light, hitching. Controlled, as if it might be my lasts.

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My thoughts are stripped away as a small light comes from the door facing my chair, blinding me for a Mere second. I groan softly as the light line expands, revealing my image completely to the light from the corridor on the other side of this room.
The figure comes closer, a fly grin on its face. The demeanour too confident to break with easy words and magic, i've tried that before.

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I once again pray., as this beast stands few inches away from me, if the Lord really. exists, to make this one time less painful.

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FastEr...

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Hopin' it'll be the last time.

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