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Chapter 11

作者: Samantha Sand
When I came to, I was inside a crumbling old church on the outskirts of the city.

My hands and feet were bound.

A group of masked figures were huddled nearby, talking.

"She's a sturdy one. Didn't know the grand chancellor had that kind of taste."

"When Jeremy gets here, we'll make him watch while we..."

The leader laughed in a sleazy, disgusting way.

Their plan was simple. Use me to back Jeremy into a corner, force him to give up his power, and humiliate me to break him.

I curled up in th
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