POV: ArianaI press the cool glass bottle against my palm, its shape familiar yet foreign, a weight that pulls me under. Freddie’s words echo in my mind like an ominous drum, each beat underscoring the choice I made. “Prove your loyalty.” I want to scoff, dismiss it, but his smirk haunts me. He knows I’m trapped, tangled in a web of lies, ambition and dread. He’s set the stage, and I’ve willingly stepped into the spotlight, or should I call this a trap. Freddie, with his evil grin, has planted a narrative in my mind, each word reinforcing the dark temptation of power. As I glance into the bottle, I’m reminded of the lives it might snuff out, my mother, Williams, King Jefferson. It sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder that betrayal does not come without consequences. The sun casts a long shadows across the garden where I find my mother and King Jefferson wrapped in a tender moment, reminiscing about their past. I can’t help but feel a pang of regret twist in my gut. They’ve share
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