Bree’s finger tightened on the trigger. You tried your best, didn’t you? She mocked, but she can’t seem to pull the trigger. A flicker of confusion crosses her face. What the—? She staggers, her breath hitching. Master, why isn’t this working? The word slips out naturally, effortlessly. Her eyes widen. Wait… master? Why did I call you—master? Master? Panic sets in her voice as she clamps a hand over her mouth. Th-that stupid drug!
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