ELIANA"I am not done with you," he said, his voice low and even, without a hint of anger or frustration. Yet, the words themselves carried a sense of finality, a warning that this conversation was far from over. He didn't raise his voice, but the calmness of his tone only made me feel more uneasy. As he spoke, his gaze roamed over me, from head to toe, with an intensity that made my skin prickle. It was as if he was taking stock of every detail about me, every curve and contour, every aspect of my appearance. I felt exposed, like I was standing in front of him without any defenses. The scrutiny was unnerving, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to break free from his grip. But he held tight, his fingers still wrapped around my arm, a gentle but firm reminder that he wasn't letting me go anywhere. "I want us to talk," he added, his eyes locking onto mine once more. The words were simple, but the way he said them, the way he looked at me, made it clear that this wasn't a request. It w
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