The Betrayel And Revenge

In a world where silence screams louder than words and trust is a blade pressed to the throat, three shadows meet in a place where loyalty ends and vengeance begins. The last mission has failed. Who faltered, who betrayed, who will survive? The leader needs no proof instinct is enough. She commands a duel. There are no weapons, only hands, walls, and breath a luxury quickly lost. Bodies entwine in a brutal dance, strangulation becomes the language of truth. But one gains the upper hand too soon. That was never part of the plan. Leather gloves slide on like a hangman’s mask. The fight ends, but the ritual begins. Ropes, a chair, darkness. Torture is not revenge it is ceremony. A bag, a cord, a hand on the throat. Every gesture is a question. Every silence, a sentence. When the victim tries to speak, the voice is smothered. Betrayal deserves no words. Only silence. Only death. It seems it’s over. A smile, a sofa, a moment of calm. But the gloves return. A shadow behind the back. A cord coils like a serpent around the neck. Another fight. Another truth. Another betrayal. In the end, only she remains. Alone but not weak. Cold but not empty. She stares into lifeless eyes and sees the reflection of her mission. Vengeance is complete. Betrayal punished. Balance restored.

The phone rings. The voice on the other end asks no questions. One word is enough: Done.

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