The Devil's Awakening
The freezing air inside the meatpacking plant was thick with the coppery scent of fresh blood and terror. Sergei let out another guttural scream as I twisted the combat knife a fraction deeper into the rusted steel table. His tattooed body violently seized against the barricade. "You are insane!" Sergei gasped, his Russian accent breaking under the blinding pain. Blood poured freely from his pinned hand, freezing against the icy metal. "You are just a little girl!" "I am the woman the devil chose," I whispered coldly, leaning closer so he could see the absolute emptiness in my eyes. "Give me the names, Sergei. Or I walk out of this freezer and let my enforcer get incredibly creative." Sergei looked past me, his terrified eyes locking onto Viktor. The towering enforcer was watching with
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