The Devil's Rival Fetish
Within minutes, the room had quieted, now holding only three people: Denis, Simon, and Liam.
Denis turned his chair, settling in the leather seat at the far corner of the room. With a flick of his lighter, he lit another cigarette and leaned back, exhaling a slow, calculated stream of smoke.
“Put up the screen. Let’s see the history on the girl,” he said, fingers lightly tapping the armrest.
“We’ve gathered all the details we could,” Simon nodded toward Liam, who took the cue.
The screen at the end of the room flickered to life. The lights dimmed slightly, drawing all eyes to the projection. The first image was simple—yet deeply telling.
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