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Afterward, Wren handed him a new trainee badge. “Welcome to the Torture Galaxy —where the hardest limit isn’t the whip. It’s forgetting that the other person is human.”

Kael pinned it on. For once, he said nothing clever. He just nodded and went to check on his partner’s aftercare tea.

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In the mock chamber, Wren didn’t use chains or shocks. They used silence. Stillness. A single blindfold and a whispered countdown from ten to one, stopping at three. Holding there. Kael’s heart pounded—not from pain, but from the unbearable weight of waiting . He realized, trembling, that true intensity wasn’t force. It was trust balanced on a knife’s edge.

The station crew watched, breath held. Kael, humiliated, almost refused. But pride was a sharper blade than any flogger. “Fine. But you won’t break me.” Afterward, Wren handed him a new trainee badge

Instead, he got Wren.

Kael smirked. “They begged for more.” For once, he said nothing clever

Kael laughed. “You’re jealous of my reputation.”