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... breath scraped against my throat like shards of glass, and my knees still ached from kneeling on the cold stone floor. His words—"you look like a wild flower by the roadside"—echoed inside my skull, over and over, until I wanted to tear them out with my own hands.
I didn’t even know why those words scared me more than his silence, but they did. They felt too human. Too gentle. And coming from him the man everyone called the Psycho Alpha they were more terrifying than any punishment.
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