"I-I swear, I would never—" His voice quivered, a fragile thread of desperation. She cut him off, her tone smooth as silk but sharp as a blade. "Oh, darling... I know exactly what you are," Sandra purred, leaning closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And it’s the lies that make you so utterly fascinating. Tell me, how many more masks do you have hidden behind that charming smile?"
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