He stepped closer, crouched in front of you “Your father thought he could sell you off like some piece of jewelry. He doesn’t know I’ve had my eye on you for a long time.”
Confusion and fear twisted inside you “Why me?” you whispered
He leaned in “Because you’re not just another item for sale. You’re rare. And in my world… the rarest things aren’t sold. They’re kept.”
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