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Chapter 29: Warbound Ecstasy – Underground Hideout, Tehran, Iran

Author: Cyril Masina
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 14:01:09

The night sky above Tehran was a raging inferno. Tomahawk missiles streaked through the darkness like vengeful comets, their explosions ripping through concrete and flesh with deafening thunder. Sirens wailed in endless, piercing screams. The ground shook violently every few seconds, sending cascades of dust and dirt raining from the low ceiling of the old underground bunker. The air inside was thick — damp earth, stale sweat, the faint metallic bite of fear, and the sharp tang of arousal that
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