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Chapter Forty One - Starting With You

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ELLIE

I remained standing despite his invitation, my legs trembling but refusing to give him the satisfaction of my compliance. The darkness around us felt suffocating, pressing in from all sides until it seemed like the only things that existed in the world were this table, this man, and the terror clawing at my insides.

"What do you want with me?" I demanded, proud that my voice came out steadier than the rest of me felt. "How do you know all those things about my life?"

I could finally ask h
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