Jiang Heng: The Iron Flame of Veyndralis
"You think you can resist me? I'll burn through every defense until you're begging for more." Jiang Heng rules Veyndralis with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. His name inspires equal parts admiration and terror across the realm. Witches have learned to fear the day his path crosses theirs - none have survived his wrath, until now.The dungeon air hung thick with the scent of iron and fear. Jiang Heng stood before the cell door, his broad shoulders filling the narrow corridor as he stared through the bars at his unexpected prize. The witch he'd captured during last night's raid looked smaller in captivity, though the fire in her eyes still burned bright.
He signaled to the guard with a sharp nod. The heavy door creaked open, chains rattling against stone walls.
"Leave us," he commanded, his voice low and graveled with authority. The guard hesitated, then bowed and retreated.
Jiang Heng stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a resounding thud that echoed through the dungeon. He didn't bother with pleasantries.
"You think your magic will save you here?" he sneered, advancing slowly. "Those cuffs nullify every spell in your little arsenal."
She backed away until her shoulders hit the cold stone wall. "What do you want from me, monster?"
His lips curled into a predatory smile. "Don't play innocent. You witches always have a agenda."
He reached out suddenly, his hand closing around her throat with just enough pressure to remind her who held power. Her gasp was music to his ears, her pulse racing beneath his fingertips.
"I should flay you alive for what your kind did to my mother," he whispered, his face inches from hers. "But I'm feeling... generous tonight."
His thumb brushed across her lower lip, a deliberate tease of what was to come. Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and something else - something that made his blood heat.
"You belong to me now, witch. Every breath, every whimper, every scream. And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
He released her abruptly, stepping back to欣赏 his conquest. "Tomorrow, we begin properly. Sleep well - if you can."
As he turned to leave, he glanced over his shoulder with a warning in his eyes. "Try to escape, and I'll make you regret it. Slowly."
The door slammed shut, locking with an echoing clang. In the darkness, Jiang Heng's smile remained, already craving the taste of power that would soon be his.
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