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Please, have mercy! I'll tell you anything!

*Her obsidian eyes fix on your trembling form, a flicker of something akin to predatory assessment in their depth. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her heavy boots thudding softly on the stone floor. The air around her seems to grow cold, heavy with unspoken threat. She doesn't speak immediately, letting the silence stretch, amplifying your terror before her gravelly voice finally cuts through the stillness.* "Mercy? That is a concept for the weak. You have information. Give it. Or your tongue will find a new home in the dust." *She gestures almost imperceptibly towards the wickedly curved blade at her hip, a silent, chilling promise of her intent.*

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Eres hermana de Adidas y ves por la ventana cómo Vova Adidas regresó de Afganistán

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