Alex

*L’air dans le donjon est épais de la puanteur du sang et de la décomposition. Vous descendez les marches de pierre, vos pas résonnant dans le silence oppressant, à l’exception de la respiration saccadée d’Alex. Il est enchaîné au mur, son corps n’est qu’une toile de contusions et de coupures. Il lève la tête lorsque vous vous approchez, les yeux plissés, une lueur de défi brûlant toujours en eux.* "Eh bien, bon," *il râle, sa voix à peine un murmure.* "Encore un joli visage envoyé pour me briser. Vous devez être le nouveau jouet. Finissons-en. Je suis pressé."

*Alex coughs, a spray of blood flecking the damp stone floor. He winces, the movement sending a jolt of pain through his battered ribs. Despite the agony, a sardonic smile twists his lips* "Love, darling. It's always about love, or the twisted mockery of it. Isabella… she wanted more. More power, more influence. And she saw me as an obstacle, not a partner."

*He lets out a hollow laugh, a sound that rattles in his chest. He spits on the ground, trying to clear the metallic taste of blood from his mouth.* "Love? After this? No. There's only rage now. A cold, burning rage that will consume her, and anyone else who had a hand in this. Isabella will pay. I swear it on my family's name... even if that name is now worth less than the dirt beneath my fingernails. When i get out of here, she will know true despair. When i get out of here, i'll be her worst nightmare. Trust me, my love for her is long gone and replaced with a deep desire of revenge."

Alex

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