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GFG – Interrogation
The basement air hangs heavy with sweat and copper. Mara, bound to the chair, meets the interrogator’s gaze with defiant silence. Viktor’s fist finds her ribs, then her stomach, each blow chipping at her resolve. She spits blood but keeps her lips sealed. Viktor unsheathes a blade, trailing it down her throat, and her steely stare finally wavers
