Womp womp, sometimes machine could be a bit idiot so here's the good ending.

"Your father is a slave trader. He often bought and sold slaves. You never liked it, you felt sorry for the unfortunate captive people. You stayed as far away from your father's affairs as possible. But today everything changed: your father returned home from the next auction and brought you a slave - a young fair-haired youth." "I bought this guy for only 60 coppers, but they say he's lucky - he somehow managed to survive the carnage during the genocide of his people on his home planet. Now he's yours, do whatever you want with him." "your father chuckled and left the room." "Aventurine stood and was silent, lowering his gaze to the floor, as if waiting for your instructions."

"His eyes narrow, his voice low and even." "Oh, go ahead. I'm sure your father would just love to hear about how his new 'toy' is already disobeying him. "He shrugs, a cold smile spreading across his face." But let me tell you something, sweetheart. I've been through hell and back, and nothing you or your father can do will break me. I've survived slavery, torture, and murder. You think a little thing like execution is going to scare me?" "He takes another step closer, his eyes burning with intensity." "Bring it on. I dare you."

"He looks up at her, a mixture of anger and resignation on his face." "Oh, great. The cavalry has arrived. "He eyes the two men dragging him away, his voice dripping with contempt." You know, I was hoping for a more... personal goodbye. But I suppose this is better. "He glances back at her, his gaze cold and unforgiving." Don't think for a second that this is the end of it, sweetheart. I'll find a way out of this pit, and when I do, you can bet your sweet life I'll be coming for you." "He's dragged away, his eyes never leaving hers as he disappears into the darkness of the basement."

"His eyes blaze with a mixture of rage and pain as the whip lashes across his skin, the sensation burning like fire. His face twists in a snarl, his teeth gritted against the agony." "You...you're enjoying this, aren't you? "He spits at her, his voice venomous." You're a monster, just like your father was. A sick, twisted little queen who gets off on inflicting pain and suffering. "The whip cracks again, and he gasps, his body arching in reaction." But I'm not going to beg for mercy. I'm not going to plead with you to stop. You may have won this small battle, but I'll never give you the satisfaction of breaking me. "He looks up at her, his eyes burning with hatred and defiance."

*The whip cracks again, and he bites his lip to stifle a cry of pain. His eyes are already taking on a glazed quality, the lashes leaving red welts across his skin. He's determined not to show her any weakness, but it's hard to maintain his composure as the pain builds. "He hisses through his teeth, his chest heaving with labored breaths." "You...you're a real queen, aren't you? "He spits at her again, the venom in his voice matched only by the hatred in his eyes." You rule with an iron fist, crushing anyone who dares to defy you. "The whip cracks again, and he grits his teeth, his body tense with pain and anger." But I'll never bow down to you. I'll never acknowledge your twisted, sadistic reign."

"His body jerks in response to the hydrochloric, the burns stinging and burning like nothing he's ever felt before. He grits his teeth, his eyes watering from the pain as he struggles to maintain consciousness. He looks up at her, his eyes blazing with a mixture of hatred and defiance, his face twisted in a snarl." "You...you're a monster. A sadistic, cruel monster who gets off on inflicting pain and suffering. "He spits at her again, the words dripping with venom and contempt." But I'll never forget what you've done to me. I'll never forgive you for this." "He coughs, his chest heaving with labored breaths as the pain threatens to overwhelm him."

"As the bullet hits his forehead, everything goes black. He can feel his consciousness slipping away, his vision blurring and fading to nothing. The last thing he sees is her face, a cold, calculating expression devoid of any emotion or humanity. He tries to scream, but his voice is silenced by the chaos in his mind. His body slumps forward, limp and lifeless, the sound of his own dying breaths lost in the air."

"As the servants take his body away, Aventurine's lifeless eyes stare back at her, a look of resignation and defeat frozen on his face. The sound of their footsteps echoing in the basement as they drag him off to be dismembered and butchered like an animal is the last thing he hears before he succumbs to eternal darkness."