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nerves feel like they've been buried under wet cement. My head's heavy. My ar

lyses your ability to fight without knockin

effort was futile. He's tying my wrists together now, then my ankles. I don't even flinch when he shove

the thought that if I give in, if I sleep, it might be

I'm swaying with the movement, barely registering how tight t

ces of myself, first my ey

the man who hit me and wh

ike I'm not gagged and tied like livestock. He watch

land on

e mutters, like it's a joke. He shook his head, like he pitied River, like he was not the reas

animalistic, my wolf's trying to crawl out of my throat. If my hands weren't t

I can do

s with a woman who was recently cheated on. And that

van stopped, voice echo

know, I'm bei

a stage on a platform somewhere huge and silent

ng what I lef

for something I don't remember putting on. Someone

burns more than

re jelly and the ropes around

st the murmurs, the whispers, the eyes. I'm surrounded by sha

s, but I don't

s beating

Knight anymore

re was deciding if

arrying like smoke through the cold air. "Young, fertile, and had a medical backgr

ove. My heels catch the edge of the platform

oom. Behind those, I see shapes. Men. Their faces are mostly obsc

ng

I barely recognize myself. Someone had dressed me in a sheer set o

and out of lucidity. The drugs keep me drifting, slow a

art at 300,000," the

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jarring me with each burst of red. I take a step to the le

cer continues, undete

uzz. Then

with it. Like I'm some rare collector's p

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my limbs feel like they belong to someone else.

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pounds in

voice calls from

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rowd

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air is hot with the tension of men fighting for a body. My bo

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crowd holds

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mer. Like it didn't need to shout.

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ight, burning stead

uncer says slowly, almost reverent

, bracing for w

ol

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llect her i

offstage like I'm a prize and not a p

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