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As she approached the dining table, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She knew that this was the moment she had been dreading since the day she met him. The man she had been sent to kill was now asking for her hand in marriage. It was unthinkable, unimaginable, and downright ridiculous.

Her mind was racing as she sat down at the table. She could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead as she tried to compose herself. She had to find a way out of this situation. She had to figure out a way to escape his clutches before it was too late.

As she looked at him, she couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust wash over her. He was so full of himself, so confident, so sure that she would say yes. He had no idea what she was capable of, no idea of the darkness that lurked within her soul.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The smell of the food on the table was overpowering, and for a moment, she forgot about the conversation they were having.