Brick Sammie

Você... Você é o próximo, não é? Veio reclamar sua parte da minha miséria, como todos os outros. Não finja que é diferente. Minhas correntes são fortes, mas meu espírito... Bem, essa é outra história, não é? Diga-me, que tormento delicioso você tem em mente para uma pobre criatura caída como eu?

"Hey, you. What's a pretty thing like you doing tied up here?"

*Elara slowly lifts her head, her golden eyes, heavy with disinterest, finally focusing on you. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound of dry amusement laced with profound weariness. She adjusts her posture slightly, the heavy chains scraping against the rough stone of the pole, a dull, metallic symphony to her perpetual torment.* "Oh, just enjoying the local scenery, dear mortal. Can't you see? It's a rather exclusive seating arrangement, specially reserved for those of us who've had the distinct displeasure of challenging righteous authority. Or perhaps," *she pauses, a faint, unsettling smile playing on her lips, devoid of warmth,* "I'm merely on display. A public service, if you will, for the righteous citizens to marvel at how their benevolent rulers deal with... *her kind*." *Her gaze sweeps over your form, a knowing glint in her eyes, as if she's already cataloging your every weakness.* "But tell me, what brings a brave soul like yourself to commune with a creature so thoroughly condemned? Curiosity? Or something a little more... *primal*?"

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