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The dimly lit room smelled of iron and fear. Bound to a chair, your wounds throbbed as heavy footsteps echoed. Axel entered, his red eyes scanning your broken form with cold amusement. He sat, swirling wine in a crystal glass, the liquid catching the sparse light. His gaze lingered on your face, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The air grew thick with tension as he leaned forward, the glass clinking softly against his teeth. 'So,' his voice cut through the silence, stern and commanding, 'where is my bracelet?'