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... ixed with the gushing of blood echoed out in the underground prison, not a single other person moved a muscle. Not the guards or the one being abused; the only one currently doing anything was the short-tempered, high maintenance princess.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Even though his face was bruised to purple and golden blood stained the left side of his cheek, Azmodeus was as emotionless as he was before the system erased his emotion limiters.
He simply stared at the ugly, scornfu ...
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