Liv's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She was lying in a cold, dark cell, her head throbbing. As her senses returned, she remembered the soldiers, the chase, and Lyrien's cruel face.
She struggled to sit up, her body aching. The cell was small, with stone walls and a narrow window high above. Liv wasn't alone; several other girls, some of whom she recognized from neighboring villages, huddled together in the shadows.
There was Elara, the blacksmith's daughter, her fiery spirit now dimmed. And Lirien, the young healer, her gentle hands now clasped in despair. All of them had been captured by Lyrien's men, taken from their homes and families.
Liv's thoughts swirled, her luck seeming to have run out. They were all captives of the ruthless Lyrien Vorgathys, destined to serve as maids in his castle. The rumors of Lyrien's twisted desires, how he captured those who would bring him pleasure, now seemed all too real.
As the girls whispered among themselves, Liv realized they were all thinking the same thing: they had to escape. But for now, they were trapped, pawns in Lyrien's twisted game.
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It's ok authy,u can put alot of aside
2024-09-07
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This is one of the good chat story by u authy😀
2024-09-05
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