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Chapter 95

I gained consciousness with the stench of decaying bodies making their way to my nostrils. As I tried to move my hand to my face to cover up my nose from the odor, I heard chains clank to the side of my face. But when my skin touched the cold surface of the shackles wrapped around my wrists, I grimaced in pain as I felt a burning sensation around my flesh. Flitting my eyes to my side, the silver shone under the dim light above me, daring to put me in torment if I moved or tried to escape. I was sitting on the cold and wet floor, surrounded by unconscious bodies as their blood smeared on the floor.

Where am I?

The white dress I wore at my wedding was smudged with dirt, and I could barely see my feet that touched the cold ground. As soon as a whistle replaced the

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