Valencia NightingaleThe rain had intensified, each droplet a cold needle against my skin. I lay at Vladislav's feet, my body battered and broken, yet my resolve unshaken. His question echoed in my ears even after silence prevailed.Was I truly willing to sell my soul and entire being to him? Was I jumping from one cage to another?Call it gut, intuition, or foolish naivety, I believed I had been led to him for a purpose, and as long as I could achieve my goal, nothing else mattered."Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible over the downpour.Vladislav's eyes narrowed, a flicker of something—satisfaction? amusement?—crossing his face. Without another word, he bent down, his arms slipping beneath me with surprising gentleness.A startled gasp slipped from my lips as the pain that had been dancing through my body like a live current dwindled at the mere whisper of his touch.My eyes immediately shot to his, arms slowly reaching out to wrap around his broad shoulders. His eyes barely
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