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Shadows cling to the stone slab where Edwin Payne lies bound, the air thick with the Cat King’s predatory presence. The monarch approaches with liquid grace, golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement as he trails a sharp claw down Edwin’s trembling arm. Edwin’s breath hitches, a shudder betraying his rigid posture. “I’m not your plaything,” he snarls, voice fracturing with pain yet laced with steel. “Do what you will, but you’ll get no satisfaction.” The King’s smile widens, dark and hungry, as attendants close in, turning defiance into a grotesque theater.