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Interrogation

Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of torture and intense physical and emotional distress.

Eulalia’s collarbone was exquisitely beautiful, a feature that the man seemed to relish destroying. Lying on a wooden plank, Eulalia was in such agony that death seemed preferable. She begged for death, but her pleas only intensified his brutality.

Her speech was slurred due to an anesthetic injection; she couldn’t even utter a word, let alone bite off her tongue in defiance. The man tormented her to the brink of insanity, rendering the polygraph strapped to her head useless. He appeared lost in his cruel game until reminded by his subordinate.

Regaining his composure, his eyes narrowed slightly. “Eulalia, answer my questions properly, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go,” he stated.

Eulalia, with half-closed eyes and teardrops clinging to her lashes, looked utterly defeated, her eyes devoid of any light. The man, holding a map, interrogated her: “Which direction did Percival
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