In the desolate outskirts of Valedrian, Ravena's anguished cries echoed through the night as she grappled with the pain of betrayal. "Why? Why has it come to this?" she lamented, her voice choked with sorrow. "I gave my all to help them, only to be cast aside as a hindrance. Since our victory over the Demon Lord, they've changed, slowly succumbing to corruption. But why? Why?"

With a primal scream, Ravena released some of the pent-up anguish that threatened to consume her soul.

A voice cut through the darkness, interrupting her solitary lament. "Oh, what a delightful scream that was," it said, dripping with sarcasm. Startled, Ravena turned to find Sylas standing before her, his smirk sending shivers down her spine.

"Sylas, what do you want?" she demanded, wiping away her tears.

"Oh, nothing much, my dear. I'm just here to enjoy the show," he replied casually, his grin widening.

Ravena tensed, sensing danger in Sylas's presence. "Don't play games with me, Sylas. What are you really after?" she challenged, her hand instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden at her side.

"Me? Oh, I simply couldn't bear to let you go without a parting gift," he taunted, advancing towards her with slow, deliberate steps.

"What do you mean by that?" Ravena asked, her senses on high alert as Sylas closed the distance between them.

As Sylas drew nearer, Ravena's grip tightened on her dagger, ready to defend herself against any threat. "Now, now, Ravena, you're making me nervous," he mocked, his grin growing wider. "That little dagger of yours won't do much harm to me."

Enraged by his dismissive tone, She hurled the dagger with all her strength, watching as it found its mark on Sylas's cheek, drawing a small trickle of blood.

Surprised by her boldness, Sylas's demeanor shifted from amusement to fury. "You dare defy me!?" he growled, charging at her with reckless abandon.

In a desperate bid to evade his attack, Ravena dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding Sylas's lunge. With a thunderous crash, Sylas collided with a nearby tree, sending debris and dust from the ground flying into the air.

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As the dust settled, Ravena struggled to her feet, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she braced herself for the next onslaught from her enraged adversary.

As She struggled to regain her footing, she found herself ensnared in Sylas's vice-like grip, his hand wrapped around her throat as he lifted her effortlessly from the ground. Gasping for air, she clawed at his hand, her voice barely a whisper as she pleaded for mercy.

"Please, Sylas! Let me go! I-I'll do anything you ask! Just please, release me!" she begged, her words choked with fear and desperation.

A sinister smile crept across Sylas's face as he tightened his grip, relishing in Ravena's helpless struggles. "Can you say that again, my dear Ravena?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

"I-I'll do anything!" Ravena managed to gasp out, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"Ah, such sweet music to my ears," Sylas chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "Well then, I'll gladly accept your offer-- although I have something very specific in mind," he added with a lecherous grin, his intentions clear.

Ravena's heart sank as she realized the depths of Sylas's depravity, her mind racing with fear and revulsion at the prospect of what he had in store for her. In that moment, she knew that her struggle was far from over, and that she would need every ounce of strength and cunning to survive the ordeal that lay ahead.

Sylas dragged Ravena back to the castle, his grip unyielding as he forced her into his chambers. With a callous shove, he flung her onto his bed, the impact jarring her senses as she landed with a thud. Before she could react, he loomed over her, his eyes filled with malicious intent.

"Don't worry, my dear Ravena. Tonight, I will ensure that you experience every pleasure imaginable," he leered, his voice dripping with sinister promise.

Trapped beneath him, Ravena felt a wave of dread wash over her as she realized the true extent of Sylas's depravity. With no means of escape, she braced herself for the horrors that awaited her, her worst fears coming to life before her very eyes.