The little beam of light escaping from the broken ceiling above them flashed on the iron axe. The light from the axe shone brightly at the scared man's face, his life flashing harshly before his face. A scream escaped his lips and his blood splattered on his shirt, his face, and the rest spilled to the ground. He watched his fingers jump in different directions. Hot tears burned his cheeks and he looked maliciously at who had done that to him. "I don't like repeating myself. This is just a rehearsal. Next time, Ambrose, your manhood comes off and I will make sure it dangs above you so that your eyes can feast on it." The ruthless butcher spat with an expressionless face and a wicked small smirk. "Who sent you?" A cold voice surfaced from the shadows, sending chills down Ambrose's spine. It was the voice of the man he had always dreaded. His voice was rough and unforgiving, just like his dark heart. "Please, I promise to leave and never show my face to you. Please, spare me. I have
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