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I blinked slowly, my vision blurred by the remnants of dried tears. The cold, hard ground pressed against my bare skin, my body trembling as I hugged my scraped knees to my chest. Scars crisscrossed my arms, the blood long since dried, leaving a stinging reminder of what I had endured.

"W-what did you do to him?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, cracking under the weight of my sobs.

"Torture," he replied, his voice deep and laced with a chilling darkness.

I forced myself to stand, swaying slightly as I found my balance. My fingers brushed against my cheeks, wiping away the salt trails of old tears. The pain that had once consumed me was now replaced by a cold, determined resolve.

"Is he dead?" I asked, my voice steady this time.

"No," he said, stepping closer. He extended his hand, revealing a small knife gleaming in the dim light. "He's all yours."

I took the blade without hesitation, feeling its cold weight in my hand. I knew exactly what I had to do..

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