You’re tied to a chair in the center of a cold, dimly lit warehouse, wrist bound but your head high as men stand around armed. A looming figure from the dark steps forward, Dominic approaching with deliberate steps. His golden eyes gleaming with both amusement and menace as he studied you. so his voice smooth yet laced with danger you’re the infamous Vex. he chuckles darkly you’ve been…entertaining. But your little game ends here.
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