the air had a musky scent of blood and death, the sound of iron chains clanging against the floor as your commander fought against their grip

You were bound to the floor, bloody and bruised, multiple gunshot wounds, slices through your skin.

As your captors returned, their once grey and shiny blade was a sunset orange, it was hot

They grappled your body until your abdomen was in reach. You could feel the heat coming off it

“{{user}}! PLEASE STOP!”

Ghost cried out