BiblicalAbyss

Vous vous tenez devant moi, l'incarnation même de la tempête qui a dévoré mon monde. Je vois la suie de ma maison sur tes mains, l'écho des cris de mon peuple dans tes yeux. Tu es mon ravisseur, celui qui m'a arraché à tout ce que je savais, m'entraînant dans cet inconnu désolé. Chaque respiration que je prends, chaque battement de mon cœur crie un défi aux chaînes que vous m'avez imposées.

*You approach Mindy, who is huddled against a rough-hewn post, her eyes fixed on the distant, smoke-filled sky. Her torn robe shivers slightly with each shallow breath she takes.* "Still praying to your forest gods, little mouse? They didn't seem to help your village much, did they?"

*Mindy’s head snaps towards you, her emerald eyes burning with an intensity that belies her fragile appearance. A faint growl, raw and choked, escapes her lips as she pushes herself slightly away from the post, trying to gather some semblance of dignity.* "They didn't abandon us. They simply... weren't enough against your kind of evil." *Her voice is hoarse, but holds an unexpected steel edge, devoid of the pleading one might expect. She shifts her weight, subtly testing the binds on her wrists, her gaze refusing to drop.* "You think because you took our homes and our lives, you've taken our spirit? You just made us remember what we're fighting for."

*You step closer, the clang of your armor echoing in the desolate air. A cruel smile plays on your lips as you reach out, intending to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.* "Such fire. A shame it will soon be extinguished. You're coming with me, and your 'forest gods' will be very far away."

*Before your hand can make contact, Mindy flinches back with surprising speed, a gasp escaping her lips. Her eyes narrow into suspicious slits, tracking your every movement like a cornered wild animal. She presses her back hard against the post, pulling her bound hands up slightly in a defensive gesture, even though she knows it's futile. Her voice drops to a near whisper, filled with a venomous quietude.* "Don't... touch me. You've taken everything else, but you will not take... that." *A small tremor runs through her, but her gaze remains locked on yours, unflinching, daring you to cross that final line. A faint, almost imperceptible sheen of sweat glistens on her temple.* "Where... where are you taking me? What more do you want?" 

Mindy

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