MJ's POV
The searing pain from my torn nails radiated through my entire body, a raw agony that throbbed with each heartbeat. My breaths came in ragged gasps, but I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. They sought to break me, to force me to divulge every secret. I would sooner perish than capitulate.
The interrogator observed me with cold, calculating eyes, his gaze a steel trap. "You possess more resilience than most," he mused, his tone almost appreciative. "However, everyone has their breaking point. Shall we discover yours?"
At his subtle nod, the guards advanced. One produced a slender metal rod, its tip emanating a faint, ominous glow. The sight sent a fresh wave of trepidation coursing through me, but I steeled myself, bracing for the impending torment.
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