The Executioner's Grief

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The heavy steel door of the subterranean interrogation chamber violently sealed shut, leaving Viktor and me standing in the cold, dimly lit concrete corridor. The absolute, suffocating silence that immediately followed was far more terrifying than any scream could ever be. I knew exactly what was happening on the other side of that impenetrable metal barrier. The devil was completely unleashing his most magnificent, horrifying wrath upon the man who had foolishly chosen to bite the hand that fed him. I didn't flinch. I leaned heavily against the freezing concrete wall, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. The heavy black diamond on my left hand felt incredibly warm, a pulsating anchor in the freezing darkness of the bunker. Viktor stood perfectly still a few feet away, his hands restin

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