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AN: This is an alternate timeline separate from the main story.
Esdeath: Open it.
The guard fished for his keys and opened the cell door marked "513". They walked in and saw a young man chained up with multiple lacerations and bruises. Some were old, while others were fresh, barely a day old. He also had a brand cauterized into his left pectoral.
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Esdeath: Any problems with him?
Inquisitor: He refuses to eat or drink anything. We've tried to force-feed him, but he just puked it right back up.
Esdeath: Hmm. Very well. I'll take over from here.
Inquisitor: Yes, General.
The inquisitor and the guard left the cell. The icy dommy mommy waltzed over to the man looked down on him.
Esdeath: Just how long are you going to fake unconsciousness, Richter?
One of the man's fingers twitched as he stirred and saw his beautiful mistress in all her glory.
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