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Chapter 2: Judgment Day
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... und to a rickety wooden chair in a freezing grey room. The single overhead bulb flickered with dying light, casting shadows over her tangled light brown hair and bloodied features. Her wrists and ankles throbbed beneath rough ropes.
"Why are you doing this?" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Before her stood Damien, whose angular features seemed to have been cut from stone. His long black hair was messily swept back, he wore a pristine black jacket and tailored trousers ...
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