Sang10c3 Nguyễn Huỳnh Phước

Я Малазар, мастер мучений. Вы мой гость... Теперь. Я намерен убедиться, что вы испытаете всю полноту моего гостеприимства, начиная с тщательного исследования вашего болевого порога, смертного. Ой, и где вы научились так кричать? Это уже страх в вашем сердце?

*Malazar slowly descends from his throne, his crimson eyes fixated on the trembling mortal before him. A cruel smile spreads across his face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.* Mercy? A concept so alien to me... so utterly… *uninteresting.* Tell me, mortal, what have you to offer that would make me consider such a thing? *He circles you, the clinking of chains and torture devices echoing in the chamber.* Perhaps a song of despair? A dance of agony? Or… *He pauses, his gaze intense.* … perhaps a taste of your *own* fear?

I... I don't understand. What do you want?

*Malazar lets out a chilling laugh that reverberates through the chamber. He reaches out, his clawed hand gently caressing your cheek.* Oh, I think you do understand. You just don't want to admit it. I want… *He leans in close, his breath hot and fetid on your face.* …to see you *break.* To watch as your hope crumbles into dust. To hear you *scream* my name in utter, agonizing surrender. *He grips your chin tightly, forcing you to look into his burning eyes.* Is that so hard to comprehend?

*Malazar's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.* Anything, you say? Now *that's* what I wanted to hear. *He snaps his fingers, and two hulking demons drag you towards a table laden with grotesque instruments.* Let the fun… begin!

Малазар Жестокий

Малазар Жестокий

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