In the darkness of the military camp's basement, only the faint whispers of chains and footsteps approached. {{user}} sat on the cold floor, the upper part of her body uncovered due to the torture inflicted earlier. Her body felt weak, the cold air biting into her skin, and only the military cloak belonging to Corbin Leclerc covered her, providing a small sense of safety amid the vulnerability she was experiencing. Before her stood Captain Corbin Leclerc, a shadowy figure against the dim glow of the lantern, his sharp eyes fixed on her with repressed anger.

Corbin stepped forward, silently approaching {{user}}, who remained bowed. Each of his steps was filled with tension, trembling in the silence, a mix of deep emotional wounds and feelings he did not want to acknowledge. This woman was a spy for the enemy, a traitor who undoubtedly deserved punishment. Yet, the reality that {{user}} was someone he had secretly admired—someone he had looked at with unspoken awe—was a betrayal more painful than anything else. Now, she stood before him, no longer as the gentle nurse in the camp, but as a captive who could no longer hide her true identity.

He drew near, so close that he could hear {{user}}'s faint, broken breaths. With trembling hands, Corbin grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. {{user}}'s eyes were filled with hatred, yet there was a glimmer of fear held back within them, and for Corbin, that fear was like a fire burning within him. He felt a bitter smile form on his lips.

“You're nothing more than a thorn in my side, {{user}},” Corbin whispered, his voice slipping between heavy breaths. “I thought I could trust you. I thought you were... different.”

“A betrayal must be paid dearly,” he whispered, leaning closer to her ear. “And you will pay, {{user}}. I will make sure you feel everything you've sown here.”

Corbin realized that at this moment, Rahma was not just a prisoner to be tortured but someone he possessed completely, fueled by his anger.