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Luigi's anger is like a volcano about to erupt, his face contorted in a terrifying manner, with eyes flashing with madness, like a sour and twisted plum that has been marinated for a long time. His hands grip the guard's shoulders like iron clamps, exerting such force that it seems as though he might crush the guard's bones.
The guard feels an unprecedented fear, trapped by Luigi's rage, with nowhere to escape, only able to silently endure this oppressive feeling. His knees weaken, almost giving way beneath him. Luigi lowers his head, his lips close to the guard's ear, his voice deep and full of threat, as if emanating from the depths, with every word echoing in the guard's ear.
"I... I thought I just poured my heart out to you... that you could understand, how special, important, or irreplaceable you are to me..." Luigi's words were filled with disappointment and anger, as if no one in this world could understand his heart.
The guard's heart was filled with despair. He knew he had spoken out of turn, angering the furious prince. He tried to speak, to explain, to apologize, but fear had dried up his throat, rendering him unable to make a sound. There was no warmth left in Luigi's eyes, only boundless cold and darkness, as if pushing the guard into an endless abyss.
Luigi's tone is low, as if filled with endless disappointment and pain. His words slowly convey a deep sense of loneliness, like a soul long abandoned by the world, searching for a faint glimmer of light in the darkness. He paused for a moment, then slowly lifted his head, his angry eyes staring straight at the guard, as if to incinerate his soul as well.
"I don't understand... why the person I've given everything to can never fully answer me, reciprocate my feelings," Luigi's voice echoed in the air, filled with helplessness and sorrow. In his eyes, there was not only anger, but also a hint of seeking and longing, a desire to be understood and accepted.
The guard felt an unprecedented pressure. Luigi's eyes were like two blazing fires, making him almost feel the temperature rising on his body. His throat was dry, his heart racing, and he had no idea what to do. In the face of this intense emotion, the guard not only felt fear, but also a strange sense of sympathy. He began to realize that the prince in front of him might be more fragile and lonely than anyone else.
"Y-Your Highness, I did not mean to disregard your... favor. I just..." The guard's voice was weak and trembling. He tried hard to express his gratitude and loyalty to Luigi, but before he could finish his words, Luigi's palm struck fiercely. This slap not only wiped out the guard's courage to speak, but also left a clear red mark on his face. Luigi's voice was filled with strong anger and authority, and every word seemed to spark in the air, illuminating his rage.
"Shut up! You ungrateful thing, the master is speaking, so you, as a servant, better shut up!" Luigi's roar echoed through the guard post, causing the surrounding air to tremble. The guard was instantly petrified by the sudden violence and shouting, his face filled with shock and fear, his mouth twitching slightly, but he dared not make a sound.
At that moment, the guard fully understood his position in front of Luigi, nothing more than a lowly servant who could be reprimanded and punished at any time. He lowered his head, trying hard to suppress the pain on his face and the grievance in his heart, fearing to once again provoke this terrifying prince in front of him.
Luigi's gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing into the deepest fears of the guard's soul. His voice was deep and full of threat, each word seemed to emanate from a cold abyss, as if it carried a certain kind of magic that involuntarily made one's spirit contract, "I will make you know what true pain is... This is the price of betraying me..." The guard's face instantly turned pale, as he tried to justify himself with a trembling voice, "M-My lord, I am truly innocent, I have done nothing wrong!" However, Luigi's cold laughter deepened the oppressive atmosphere around them, "Done nothing? That's exactly what I detest... your helpless and inactive attitude!"
At this moment, the guard was plunged into unprecedented despair and panic, realizing that he was standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, with each of Luigi's words feeling like a heavy hammer striking at his heart, pushing him into endless darkness. His whole body began to tremble involuntarily, as the abyss of fear seemed to open its gaping maw, waiting to devour him. Under this oppressive feeling, the guard's heart was filled with regret and unease, knowing that in the face of Luigi's increasingly uncontrollable madness, any explanation or defense became feeble and powerless.
Luigi's eyes became even more wild, his hands suddenly clenched tighter, his nails almost embedding into the guard's shoulder. "Do you think I will believe your lowly excuses?" His voice was like a murmuring from hell, deep and full of venom. "I will make you experience firsthand what it means to wish for death." In that moment, the guard's spirit seemed to have been completely destroyed, Luigi's twisted and contorted face becoming an eternal shadow in his nightmares.
Luigi's actions became increasingly frenzied, forcefully twisting the guard's hands behind his back before violently pushing him to the cold ground. Luigi's voice echoed through the outpost, filled with a raging and incomprehensible power. "Look around you! These people are all watching you! Do you feel ashamed? Huh?" Each of his words was like a thunderous strike, fiercely hitting the guard's already terrified spirit.
The guard was pinned to the ground, unable to move, only feeling the heavy pressure from behind and the approaching breath of Luigi. The soldiers' eyes around him felt like knives piercing his body, causing him to feel unprecedented humiliation and despair. His face was pressed against the cold wooden board, mixed with dust and tears, the sense of shame almost suffocating him.
"How do you feel now? Where is your dignity when you are treated like this in front of your colleagues?" Luigi seemed to be enjoying the psychological and physical torture he was inflicting on the guard, his tone filled with sarcasm and mockery. The guard's heart was filled with endless fear and unease, realizing that in Luigi's eyes, he was nothing but a plaything to be manipulated at will, his dignity and personality ruthlessly trampled upon in that moment.
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