The room was filled with black flames—but they burned nothing. The heat of fear and despair hung heavier than fire itself.
Tina's eyes went wide, her beliefs shattering into shards. Her knees dug deep into the ground, trembling under the weight of death and the thought of her father's suffering.
She prayed aloud, her voice breaking: "Please… please don't kill me! I'm begging you… It's okay if you don't want to marry me… It's okay if you don't want to give me money… just… just let me live! I'm begging you!"
Her trembling hands threw the bag of money toward Aazin. "Take it! I don't want it! Just leave me alone… I want to live!"
Tears streamed down her face, her scream tearing through the room.
And as she cried, as she begged and offered everything, Aazin's hunger for cruelty only grew.
His eyes widened, a mad, twisted smile spreading across his face."Yes… yes! Do it more… do it more!"
The darkness of the room pulsed with his sadistic pleasure, feeding off her fear.
