Lieutenant Ghost
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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
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