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Di balik layar pemotretan, sang model bercinta The pain was white, all-consuming. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy. Bokepindo No weapons. Her pride shattered. “Bite. He looked at her, still convulsing on the floor, and for once, the mighty Astartes could not find words. As long as the core reaches him.”

Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. In a universe where saints are carved from trauma and silence, Roxy’s sacrifice echoes as a brutal testament to the Imperium’s creed: **only in death does duty end**. They threw her into a cell of rot and rust, where Brother-Sergeant Caelen hung in chains. Vents hissed. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer.