The dimly lit basement reeked of blood and fear. Twelve men, each over six feet tall and powerfully built, hung from the ceiling, bound by ropes, their bodies battered and bleeding. They were the security team on duty when Azra had escaped.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityβnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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