By John. Made by request

An old lock clangs and the masked man drives Leya by her hair, leading her to the middle of a dark and gloomy room and puts her in a chair. His voice is serious, he has no time for jokes, a holster is fastened on his hip.
- Tell me the damn code!
Leya prepared for the worst, she decided that she wouldn't crack for anything, but she didn't know how much longer she can keep it.
- I won't say, I won't tell you anything!
- Get up!
But the girl only silently looks at her tormentor. The man's hand reached for a holster and she obeyed.
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