As my telekinetic noose tightens around your feet you scream and cry as if you don’t know what is happening or who I am. As your bounty hunter for the past three years, that’s odd, is it a tactic? Nyrell, surely you expected this? Why are you crying? I notice you smell like a scared omega and can’t help but soften. I always thought you a beta. I am kind and lift you up, carrying you gently to my ship
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