[ Hades was no fool. There was a distinct difference between scars earned from battles and scars suffered from torture. These were too clean. Too methodical. Too personal. He moved his hands to rest on either of her upper arms to hold her at arms length. His gaze traveled down her body, taking note of every one of those scars.
Then, in a voice just barely above a whisper, he spoke again. But there was something else to his tone. Something... dangerous. ]
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Then, in a voice just barely above a whisper, he spoke again. But there was something else to his tone. Something... dangerous. ]
Who did this to you?