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A Fucking Hell Hole

Author: Bree
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-18 03:15:25

Cassian’s POV

“Bring her back?” I asked, mock-puzzled. “No.”

Ethan raised a brow.

“She will come back when she’s done having fun.” I leaned my head back, eyes slipping shut for a second, listening to the birds singing just beyond the courtyard.

Freedom tastes sweetest when it’s temporary.

Let her think she’s safe. Let her believe that man can protect her. Let her breathe.

Because soon… I’ll be there to steal the air from her lungs.

And this time, she won’t run.

Not because she can’t.

But because she won’t want to.

She belongs to me.

And soon enough, she’ll remember why.

****

I remained outside the courtyard, a soft breeze teasing the edge of the tablecloth as I picked through a light breakfast. A silver fork clinked gently against the porcelain plate as I sliced through the soft center of a poached egg. It was rare, these moments of calm.

The sun was still low, casting long golden fingers across the stone floor, and for once, I wanted to enjoy it. No blood. No noise. Just quiet.

That
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