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She took another drag of the cigarette, savoring the taste, the relaxation it brought, then slowly knelt beside him. As she exhaled the smoke into his face, his body flinched weakly, his eyes rolling back, half-lidded in agony. The smoke swirled around him, mingling with the scent of blood and dirt, but his suffering continued, uninterrupted, beneath her gaze.
“Oh, don’t fade on me just yet,” she whispered, flicking the ash from her cigarette onto his face. “I’m not quite finished.”
With that, Lady Jenna stood, adjusting the cigarette in her mouth as she shifted her boot back into place—those cruel spurs gleaming ominously once again. She lifted her leg and drove the sharp metal points into his abdomen with a sudden, vicious kick. The spurs bit deep, and Daniel’s body jerked violently as fresh blood spilled from the wounds.
He screamed, a raw, guttural sound, but Lady Jenna’s only reaction was a smile. She twisted her boot, driving the spurs deeper into his torn flesh, grinding them into the muscle as she leaned down, watching the life drain from his eyes. His hands twitched, his mouth gaped open in a silent scream, but she kept going, savoring every second of his torment.
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