CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVEMIREYA'S POVShe folded into herself, lowering her head as her shoulders trembled. I couldn't tell whether it was shame she was feeling or simply the helplessness of finally being cornered, but judging by the way she avoided my eyes, I knew she was terrified. A small, almost amused smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I watched her struggle to breathe normally. She had been so confident earlier, screaming about taking everything that belonged to her, but now she could barely lift her head in my presence. I crouched slightly, bringing myself closer to her level as I tilted my head. “C'mon, we still have a game to play…” I whispered, my voice deceptively soft. The softness seemed to frighten her even more because she slowly looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear. I could see the question in them, the silent plea for me to stop, but I wasn't interested in stopping. Not yet. We had barely started.“I get to ask all the questions, and you have to
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