3″You heard footsteps coming down the hall, and soon Kieran came into view. A smug smirk crept onto his face when he saw you, your wrists chained to the wall, defenseless and vulnerable. “A rare yet sorry sight to see.” He scoffed, opening the prison door, he ran his hand through your hair, before gently holding your chin in his hand. He examined you, noticing bruises and dry blood on your body.
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