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CHAPTER 13: BRAWL FROM HELL

FREYA'S POV:

I took hours washing out the taste from my mouth, traumatized by the experience — the smell, the chunky texture, the painfully tight grip that held me in place. I couldn’t break free no matter how I struggled and the memories were haunting and filled me with hatred.

My weakness becomes painfully obvious to me every day and I can’t help but hate it so much. If I had been truly born as something better than an Omega, I would have been strong enough to push her down… and hurt her.

I’m standing in the girl’s toilet in front of the large mirrors. I look up at myself — eyes red, my shoulders shivering not from the cold, totally embarrassed. I make a promise not to take any more shit from her.

Evening came quickly for which I am grateful. Xena was since back from home, placing some of her new things in place as I walk in with my luggage. I attempt to roll my huge bag across the room with much struggle but she quickly moves to me, taking the bag with so much ease like it weighs
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