HIS DEADLY FACADE: I BECAME THE OPPRESSOR OBSESSION

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s tendrils as I heard sounds muddled in my ear. Soon, the fluorescent lights above me flo

ed for a second, until I rolled the tension out of them, straightened up

hrough my leg. I finally looked at it, set in a cast. I blinked several times at it and then looked at the gu

y life was already a hot mess, and now I was injured. Great. The man barely flinched

But I'm not the one who walked into th

just wanting something to snuff out the pain. I still didn't feel great-maybe they had injected me with some

you're walking out of this with just a broken leg. If I had been

nd like I was supposed to be grateful to him. But I'm still just a loser with a prison record, a

nning me over. Is that w

ly fell over one eye; the other was a sapphire sphere that burned like an open flame. His shoulders were

again, p

is man so close to me sparked a feeling I hadn't felt for an

experience someone not stroking his ego. Typical. Suddenly, he was close enough th

You have no idea who you

rouble worse than the kind I saw in prison. Now, the smart thing to

t. His eyes widened briefly, then suddenly his hand was

doll. His face was completely blank as he did it, his eyes glazed with such intensity that it felt like he could see throug

rate through the room: "I never forget a face, princess

ed, finding out that he had actually paid for everything. My curiosity piqued. "Rea

oyfriend wanted you to g

ked in my mind that it made more sense for him to introduce

aid, feeling like every wor

, wearing a knowing smile.

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so I took it carefully, as if I was reaching for a bomb. I had the mind to just read

riting, not that it matters. I'm sure he just said all of that to get under my s

the note, I kept it. But later, I would regret it. I'd even ask myself why I didn't just throw it away. Because six

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ack against a wall. "I told you I'd fin

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