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Chapter 18: Secrets Most Vile
He scrutinised her, taking in every curve of her form; every line, every crease, every movement. Through a dim fog of disbelief she waited, her awareness wavering on a knife's edge. He seemed to be before her, and yet, he did not seem real; a threatening mirage, a reminder that reality was only the counting of physical hurts. Did she live, did she breathe? His eyes were burning coals; bright, burning circles, burrowing into her, consuming her…
"Liziwe, my dear," he said finally, as if she were a little child who had done something very naughty. "You have cost me a pretty penny, did you know? The keeping of a woman is not cheap… nor was this little jaunt of yours today, this… little adventure. Did you not think I would find you? You are mine, Liziwe; you are my wife. The sooner you understand that, the better it will be for you." His words lapped at the edge of her reason, and still she stared, h
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