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The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the decisions that loomed ahead. My

tep I took in this mansion felt like one closer to my demise. My life, once filled with hope and certainty,

to the air, blending with the tension that radiated off him. He wasn't speaking, didn'

another corridor, one I hadn't noticed before. He

," he said, his voice f

entire apartment back in the pack. A large four-poster bed stood in the center, dressed in deep crimson silks. The walls were a

e," I said, my voice

tepping into the room, his shadow stretching over the th

ying to hold onto whatever was left of my dignity, but every

I said, my voice firmer this time. "

u'll learn to accept it. I

ut I could already feel the futility of it all. He had already ta

lmly. "The decision is yours in the end. I'm giving

g to make sense of his

epped back, allowing me a moment to take in t

ettled over me. This wasn't just about survival anymore. Something deep inside me began to realize

He had bought me for a reason, and that reason had everything to do with the bon

ready to acce

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pected her to resist me so strongly, but there was something about her defiance that both i

that she would become meek and docile. I had thought she would beg for mercy, p

omething el

she spoke, challenged me. And I

ke. It was a distraction I couldn't afford. This wasn't the time for hesitation or doubt.

made me question my motives. Why had I gone so far? Why had I bought her, forced her i

it to consume me for years. But this...

an

turned to face her. She was standing in the doorw

" she said, stepp

lly; she was my closest confidant, someone who had stood by me through the d

ut her," she said, her voice sharp. "The girl is

ght in some ways. Amara was a means to an end. She was supposed to be a t

n her eyes that made me question everything I thought I knew ab

ued, her tone growing more insistent. "You don't need

though I wasn't sure

cond-guessing yourself. I've been with you long enough to k

h the knot in m

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led mess of thoughts and emotions. I couldn't escape the gnawing feeling that Dante w

ust some object to be contr

did that

overpowering force in my life now. He had bought me with the sole purpose of gettin

thing beneath the surface, something I couldn't explain. The bond between us,

of everything. I wasn't just a victim in this. I wasn't going to let Dante

te standing in the doorway. His eyes were unreada

y," he sa

instinctively tensin

to follow him. My heart pounded in my c

g what Dante had planned. But I knew one thing f