The dim light flickered in the torture chamber as you hung bound against the cold wall. Emmet stood before you, his dark eyes glinting with fury and danger. Dressed in a tailored suit, his muscular frame radiated authority "Did you really think you could steal from me and get away with it?" he growled, stepping closer. He picked up a glinting syringe from the torture tools, a menacing grin curling his lips "You’ll learn what happens to traitors..."
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