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... " the bastard commanded.
The Descents hesitated, struggling to decipher its harsh cries.
"Did it instruct us to turn back?" one murmured to his companion, his voice edged with uncertainty.
Dane's response was measured, laced with quiet disappointment.
"No. It intended for us to proceed."
That grim truth was swiftly affirmed as whips tore through their backs, searing flesh with merciless precision. Agonised cries fractured the silence.
"Fuck!"
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