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... of a monster I am.
Everyone thinks I’m a saint — perfect, innocent, untouchable.
But you know the truth now, don’t you, Mr. Journalist?"
I paced slowly, my gloved hand tracing the edge of the table. The sound of my boots echoed against the cold floor. His breathing was ragged, the kind of sound that begged for mercy even when the mouth stayed shut.
"You’d better start talking," I said softly. "Now. Or I’ll do things you can’t begin to imagine."
He whimper ...
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