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Sixty

Seth

The tattoo needle sting fueled my steps as I carried my torture equipments down to the throne room in a suitcase, where all the four guards that were on a patrol stood, their eyes ahead as they avoided my stare, all the while not looking guilty.

They had no idea what I had planned for them today.

"Your highness." They all chorused, bowing to me as I stepped into the room, placing the suitcase on the stool in front of me.

I could hear them stiffen as I opened the suitcase, giving them a glimpse of the contents in it.

Two big vials of wolf's bane. Sets of silver knives. Syringes, nail clippers, and many others. My trusted kit of torture devices,small but effective.

It had never failed, but there could be a first time. Regardless, I slipped on my black gloves, standing tall as I looked etched and all of them, their nervousness washing off each of them in waves.

They knew what I was capable of. They all understood what it meant to be here. Afterall, I was the king for a reaso
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Sheila Ann Graybourne
I THOUGHT HIS NAME WAS CLINTON, AS STATED WHEN CLOTHES WERE GIVEN TO NAOMI IN THE DUNGEON
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