“Refuse,” Kaelen said, “and we sew your eyes open and play the recordings of your victims’ final pleas for you, on loop, until your heart gives out from shame. It would take days.”
She saw herself. Not the regal tyrant, but a pale, twitching woman with cracked lips and eyes full of animal terror. A strand of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth. Atrocious Empress BAD END -Final- -Sexecute-
And at the foot of the dais stood Kaelen, the man she had broken first. “Refuse,” Kaelen said, “and we sew your eyes
With the last strength in her poisoned body, she nodded once. A strand of drool slipped from the corner of her mouth
Lysandra’s eyes widened. She remembered the game. She would lock a prisoner in a room with a single, sharp object and a single, sweet poison. Then she would whisper to them for hours—about their failures, their shames, their secret desires—until they either slit their own throat or drank the poison. Most chose both.