Noctavya's Geisha Chamber

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The Vietnamesse Bambo Cage.

They chained here there, for hours, days maybe. The heat, the leeches, the flies, it's enough to break even the toughest GI. It's no electro torture, but it saps away your will, one minute at a time

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The South Korean Commando, captured in North Korean Jungle, 5 Km behind the DMZ line

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Russian Captive, somewhere in the Ukrainian - Russian border

An elite Ukrainian Commando captured by the Russian invading forces

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After hours of brutal torture at the hands of the Syndicate

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The Red Orchestra

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The Eternal's Trial

For a thousand years, Elara had walked the shadows, a guardian of the night who fed only on the wicked. Her platinum-blueish hair and ice-blue eyes marked her as ancient, beautiful, and feared. Yet she had never slaughtered innocents.

In the year 1473, a remote village lay in ruins, drained of blood, bodies twisted in terror. The Church, ever eager to mask its own purges, proclaimed the work of "the pale demoness." Hypocrites in gilded robes, they hunted her with silver-tipped spears.

Captured at dawn, Elara was bound in blessed silver chains that seared her immortal flesh like molten rivers. Smoke rose from her pale skin as zealous monks dragged her through mud and stone into the cathedral's hidden chamber, a vast crypt beneath the altar, its oculus open to the sky.

They stripped her to delicate black lace undergarments, chaining her to a crucifix.

Silver links wrapped her wrists, ankles, and torso, burning deeper with every futile struggle. Her voluptuous form arched in silent agony, yet her beautiful face remained calm, lips closed, eyes terrifyingly serene.

The bishop-monk, cowled and fanatical, began the rite. Holy water rained from silver vials, sizzling on her skin like acid, raising blisters that healed only to burn anew. As noon approached, mirrors tilted, guiding controlled sunlight through the dome. Golden beams crept across her body, legs first, then thighs, midriff, breasts, blistering, smoking, charring her flesh in waves of exquisite torment.

Elara endured without a scream, her eerie composure unnerving her tormentors. In her ancient heart, she knew the truth would one day rise like the moon: the massacre was the Church's own crusade gone mad.

But for now, the hypocrites reveled in their "justice," blind to the monster they truly served.

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Ana Beltran - Brazil PD Police Captain in Peril

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Illustration for the stories Mekong Delta, 1968

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Red Sonja - Captives of The Arakhur

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Captain Anja Kapoor, a highly skilled Indian black ops specialist from RAW's elite covert unit, is dispatched on a high-risk clandestine mission deep into hostile territory in Pakistan, referred to in classified briefings as "Hindustan" to evoke historical tensions and maintain operational secrecy.



Trained in espionage, combat, and infiltration, Anja poses as a journalist to sabotage a terrorist network plotting attacks on Indian soil. Her objective: extract vital intelligence on a nuclear smuggling ring and neutralize key operatives.



Disguised and operating alone, Anja navigates treacherous alliances in Karachi's underworld, gathering critical data that could avert catastrophe. But a betrayal from an unexpected informant exposes her cover during a midnight rendezvous.



Captured by ISI agents, Anja endures brutal interrogation in a secret detention facility, refusing to break despite torture and psychological pressure. As diplomatic channels remain silent to protect deniability, Anja relies on her wits for a daring escape attempt, racing against time to transmit her findings back home.



This gripping tale of patriotism, resilience, and sacrifice explores the shadowy world of espionage, where one woman's courage could alter the fate of nations.

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