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In the dim light, she scanned her surroundings, only to realize she was lying on a wooden table, her hands and feet bound to its four corners with hemp rope.
The place was filled with a cold, damp mustiness, and there was a faint odor of blood.
Her gaze suddenly fell upon the sharp hooks hanging from the ceiling, and cold sweat began to seep from her brow.
She had a suspicion, someone had captured her to subject her to extrajudicial torture.
It must be Mu Any ...
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