Her body didn't die that day, but the fire in her eyes did.
Perhaps her soul too; her hope, her future.
Perhaps something that shouldn't've even died at all.
No one knew why the torture was so satisfying for such a devil like himself.
Maybe it was the sight of the light leaving their eyes; the final breath wavering from their mouths as they wished that they were anywhere but with him.
The thought of them knowing that those were their last.
Their final movement, their final beg, their final plea.
The final realisation that there was no hope in leaving.
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