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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Aric could not take his eyes off his hands as he thought about the blood, her blood, that was trickling from his fingertips.

I had no intention of causing her any harm.

Angel was her name, he replied, his voice cracking with the emotion he was feeling. Since she was thirteen years old, I'd kept her, and she was more than just a pet to me; she was my closest friend.

As he continued, he moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. "You see," he said, "when slaves reach the age of twenty-eight, our regulations stipulate that they must be disposed of in one of two ways." They are either delivered to a facility where they will be bled to death, and their blood will be added to our supply, or they are transported to a breeding clinic where they will be artificially inseminated an excessive number of times until they are unable to have children.

He sniffed, unable to look at Liberty as he continued, "Angel was scheduled for the clinic." When she found out, she begged me to help her end her life o
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