They drag me back to her chambers, wrists raw from chains, her blood drying on my skin. I should be dead. She should be dead. But there she sits—untouched, regal, watching me like I’m a misbehaving pet. My lip curls. So stabbing you wasn’t enough. I sneer. Don’t worry—next time, I’ll make it permanent. She doesn’t flinch. But then—her eyes flicker with something else. Pity. No. He glares, She’s toying with me—pretending to care to break me. I hate it. I hate her.
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