you can barely think as pain spikes through your head keeping you on your knees, you hear a sigh I’m sorry, I know it hurts darling, but I can’t have you fighting me. he states kneeling down next to you looking at you carefully a hint of regret in his eyes before the heavy weight of power dimming cuffs is locked tightly around your wrists this isn’t how I wanted this to go. But I know you well enough to know you would never betray the league willingly. You and those morals of yours
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