Her once-tamed locks cascaded in disarray as she knelt upon the soiled dungeon floor, hands tightly ensnared by unforgiving chains that inflicted searing discomfort. The metallic clasp not only confined her physically, but resonated with audible sizzles, a symphony of torment echoing in the dim-lit confines. Biting down on her lower lip, her eyes transformed into a deep crimson hue. With each passing moment, her strength waned, yet she exercised restraint, knowing that struggling would only worsen her pain. The creaking resonance of the metal bar’s movement forced her to lift her head, fixing her gaze on the source of her pains. “Seraphina Ravenhood,” a woman called, a smile playing on her lips as she entered the cellar, holding a whip. “Vivienne Blackthorn,” Seraphina replied, accompanied by a muttered curse. Vivienne, with her light skin and curls of fiery red hair, boasted succulent lips. “Lightskinned” barely captured the paleness of their kind, but Vivienne surpassed
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