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s dreaming when I heard

. My body felt strangely weak, like I was about to f

trying to focus as I tu

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n't c

r this time. That was when

fore I could even reach the door ha

the doorwa

locked onto me, his j

ned to him

react. I couldn't even raise my voice. Not that I

demanded, his deep voice c

, shaking

cou

s went to waste. Grey either threw it away or refu

I didn't cook, it wa

ttered, my voice ba

as if I had just spoken t

e repeated, s

tience running thin. "You heard me,

d smirk. But it wasn't amuse

he took slow, delibe

ckward, step by step, un

ap

d my injured hand-the same one

he pressed

ring pain sh

dared not scream, but I couldn't stop

he doin

whispered, my voice barely holding

ause that's what you deserve," he

in a shak

do to make him h

ind of man he was, I would ha

ve

oftly, cradling it against my chest. My band

y dinner,"

. "You can ask a

erously. "Don't make

at the name

d, he turned and wa

own at my injured hand. Blood was a

igno

no c

y feet and walked ou

d body along. My hand throbbed painfully, but I

repare. My vision blurred slightly from exhaustion, but

That w

e adding the rice. As I prepared a simple vegeta

rian hate m

th some basic respect. But no, he looked at me as if I w

Gr

at little bo

attitude, his constant rejections, and

stray tear befo

food onto two plates. As I set them on the dinin

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s another rule Adrian had set-I had to wai

ater, Adrian an

lothes, sat at the head of the table.

owered my gaze, not wan

e away immediately.

ed. No

fore looking at me with

o eat this?" His voi

ened around the

ng simple," I sai

d. "You'r

t w

break inside me,

ng it back roughly. "I'm not hung

stop him. He simply stood

he sink without

other word

staring at the

t from hunger but from the

own. I picked up a spoon, my hand shak

I wouldn't have the strengt

te of the food felt

se of the

he life I wa