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Chapter Fifty-Two

Lloyd pulled violently against the ropes that seemed to bite deeper into his wrists, like the jaws of sharks thirsty for blood.

His desperate efforts only served to chafe his skin. And amuse Blake more, or whatever it was that inhabited him.

A low mist oozed from the damp floor, surrounding their feet and hiding the ruby droplets that stained them.

Smirking, Blake grabbed Lloyd's legs and pulled him forward, bending them roughly up to his chest and pressing his weight down.

His intent was clear, and the men behind turned their heads, mouths dry and minds whirling.

"Get off me!" Lloyd kicked his bound feet, hitting Blake squarely in the chin and making him drop his legs.

With a low snarl, Blake reached out and struck him across the face, his nails ripping into his cheek and splitting his lip.

"Just be good and take everything I'm giving..." He breathed harshly, pressing the knife to the trembling throat. "Consider yourself a martyr to a better cause. You know Hemlock ain't goin' to
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