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Chapter 10: The Contract
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2025-04-25 23:59:15Davina's POV:
His command brooked no argument, his eyes, now devoid of any emotion, fixed on me. The three women unbothered to what he said, kept pleasuring him in more ways that I could possibly imagine. He gestured to a thick stack of papers bound by a black leather clasp on the table beside him. "Your contract. You'll sign it now."
My heart sank like a stone in my chest. This was it. The official sealing of my servitude, the legal binding to this terrifying new reality. I leave the glass full of ice on the table and with trembling hands, I picked up the expensive pen he offered. The dense legal jargon on the pages blurred before my eyes, a suffocating litany of my obligations to him, the precise duration of my forced service, and the dire, chilling consequences of breaking the agreement. The crushing weight of my family's safety pressed down on me, a suffoc
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