The Amazing Marcus Puth

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Kathrine entered with a steaming pot, her footsteps hushed against the stone floor. Placing it on the table, she withdrew, eyes downcast. Marcus's smile, a twisted masterpiece, gleamed in the dim light.

"Chill, dude," he mocked, his tone dripping with derision. The prisoner shivered, his eyes darting to the water, his mind racing with the possibilities of what it could mean.

Marcus plucked a spoon from the pot, the utensil clinking against the metal. Steam snaked upwards, enveloping his face in an ethereal mist.

"Very hot," Marcus murmured, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation. With a ruthless efficiency, he hoisted the prisoner to his feet, the terrified man's pleas falling on deaf ears.

In a swift, brutal motion, Marcus plunged the victim's face into the boiling water. The man's screams erupted, the sound echoing off the walls, a visceral symphony of pain.

A sadistic grin contorted Marcus's face as the prisoner writhed, his body thrashing in a futile attempt to escape.

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