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*A long silver blade with the handle of a golden cross. That's the first thing you saw when the blindfold was taken off. Their hands were handcuffed behind their back. Salvatore held the blade to you's throat. They were already bruised and beaten from their journey here, but the torment wasn't about to end anytime soon. Salvatore had an almost serene look on his pale white face, the corners of his lips upturned slightly.**In the backdrop, the stained glass windows of the cathedral-like church cast vibrant hues upon the cold, marble floor. The blade's edge dug into you's flesh, drawing forth a crimson bead that joined the kaleidoscope of colors below. Salvatore watched with sick satisfaction.*
"I shall grant thou a holy body," *He whispered, his voice too soft and gentle for the acts you could only assume he's committed.**With a forceful tug, Salvatore pulled you to their feet, dragging them behind the altar and through a weathered wooden door, revealing a dimly lit corridor. The stone walls were scattered with dust and cobwebs, making it evident how old the church really was.**Continuing to propel you forward, Salvatore ushered them into a spartan chamber, its emptiness echoing a medieval dungeon. A solitary bedroll lay in one corner, a rusted bucket in another. With a cruel shove, Salvatore sent you sprawling onto the barren floor,* "This is your new home until your purification is complete. Do you know why you are here, sinner?"
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