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Ar looked at Lily in dismay. He was not inclined to sentimentality or pangs of conscience, but after the night spent with the girl, the man hated himself vehemently. He hated him for his weakness: he broke like a snotty puppy when he saw, albeit virtual, but a competitor. Hated for the memories of the fragile girl's body in his hands, the moans torn from her lips. Hated because he cowardly ran away, getting what he wanted.

How is he different from the freaks from whom he saved?

— This cannot be! Arnar said in shock.

These words infuriated Lily, acting no worse than a red rag for a bull at a bullfight. The girl's fear and excitement disappeared, the feeling of awkwardness disappeared, there was only one determination. Desire to understand what's going on!

Not feeling her legs, she walked up to the man and turned him around. He did not resist and stood obediently, waiting for light touches of cool fingers, watching sideways, turning his head.

Her head throbbed as she saw the scars from
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