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GFG – Captive Orsi 1
Dusk falls as the bound captive watches her masked tormentor sharpen a blade in flickering lantern light. The air thickens with whispered threats. Her shallow breaths quicken as bonds creak against her struggles. A leather glove grips her throat while the cold knife traces a line down her trembling stomach, her captor leaning close to deliver the final verdict
