The Iron Maiden

And then, he grabbed it.

The hilt of the hexenium sword.

He let out a primal growl, teeth gritted so tightly they ached, and swung with every ounce of fury and terror. The blade sliced through the woman’s wrist. Her hand—still twitching—fell away from his leg.

The woman’s shriek turned into a pie...

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