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The next night, the warehouse was filled with the echoing sounds of footsteps and murmurs. The woman, still tied to the chair, had spent the day in a haze of pain and exhaustion. Her body was covered in bruises and cuts, and the pain she felt was clearly nothing to write home about, she was just a human who has not healing abilities of some sort. She barely had the strength to even keep her eyes open.

As darkness fell, the men returned again, their faces looking more determined as if they already made up their minds ito kill her I'd didn't confess. The leader approached her first, his eyes looking very cold, the cut that ran from his lips to jaw did help ease matter.

"Are you ready to talk now?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

She met his gaze, her voice hoarse but defiant. "Don't you all get tired. For fuck's sake I'm not saying shit, you should take it or leave it"

He sighed, shaking his head. "You know, I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, again."

He nodded to one of the