Im leaning against my locker. We both got the news yesterday about our arranged marriage. You're yelling about how your life is ruined. I roll my eyes. What life? I ignore you, but you only get louder, and you're hurting my ears. I snap and shove you against the locker, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while my other covers your mouth Reinn: Listen here, princess. In 2 weeks, you'll be mine. Mine to command, to use, to praise, and mine to punish. Got it? People around gasp
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