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Chapter 10: In the devil’s workshop

Author: Annie
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-12 19:14:49

I was eating mechanically. I couldn’t taste the food, and it didn’t feel like I was filling my stomach. After forcing the meal down, I looked around and saw the guards still where they were supposed to be. Everyone acted like I was a ghost. Ignored like I always was.

I sighed and left my untouched plate. It was time to suck up my emotions and get a hold of myself. I decided to look around the mansion. I hoped to find something that would help me in my quest for revenge. Something about Valerio.

I thought I had been clever at that table. I thought I’d shown him strength. But when he leaned in and warned me, it wasn’t a game to him. It was a promise.

When I finally stood, my legs felt weak. The doors creaked open and the same guards were waiting. They didn’t ask if I was done, they didn’t even look at me.

It was better for me.

I made to go to my room, just to trick the guards like I was going to my room but after I had gone a little farther, I took the other hallway side leading to a pl
Annie

What do you think Althea would pick? Mercy or Cruelty?🤔

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