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"They thought their betrayal would go unpunished, but I am the avenger they unwittingly created, and their time has come." ~Araneae Ruber.
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SOFT WEEPING sounds played in the quiet room. Lady Luella paced the short length of her congested room. Her heels clicking softly on the tiled floor.
Abigail knelt, forehead to the floor before her, her wrist bound in silver chains— a lesser punishment than she had expected.
Was she going to be freed? She didn't know. All she could was hope and pray.
Pray to Promusni.
While they were unsure of her next intention, Luella's mind was already calculating. Her gaze, occasionally glancing at the maid's trembling form, were like sharp ice daggers being throwing at her.
