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... of hot tears, my cheeks throbbing raw and swollen from his repeated slaps, emerald eyes blazing pure hate as snot, blood, and drool mixed in a salty, sticky mess dripping down my chin onto my soaked shirt.
Viktor threw his head back in a mocking, guttural laugh—deep and cruel, the sound bouncing off the cold stone walls like shattering glass, his broad shoulders shaking with fake amusement.
"What? Why are you crying now, my little broken flower?" He leaned in invasively close, h ...
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