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Her eyelids fluttered, pupils darting around in panic.
Cold, so very cold.
Straps locked against her wrists and ankles, preventing her from leaving.
Her skin on the verge of tearing from the straps, poison seeping into her flesh. Her regeneration failing her.
In front of her, a metal table could be seen with different vials of poisons, rotting flowers and needles.
"Awake at last." A voice mumbled as Leoric stepped into the room with a pair of glov ...
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