The man stood, pacing the room with deliberate slowness. The sound of his footsteps echoed like a countdown to her inevitable breaking point. “You think this will end without you talking? You think silence buys you freedom?” He let out a low chuckle, one that sent shivers crawling up her spine. “No. Silence buys you more pain.”He pulled a small leather bag from the corner of the room and placed it on the table. He unzipped it slowly, the sound cutting through the air. One by one, he pulled out tools—pliers, a scalpel, and something that looked disturbingly like a branding iron.Sophia’s heart thundered in her chest. She fought to keep her face neutral, but her body betrayed her. Her hands, though bound, trembled. Her breath quickened.He noticed.“There it is,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. “Fear.”Sophia clenched her jaw, anger flaring briefly beneath her terror. She wanted to spit at him, to lash out, but she was helpless. Bound. At his mercy.He picked up the scalpel,
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