Broken by One, Desired by All
Needed to think.
"Well, well, well.”
The voice was sharp, cutting, like a blade dragging across my skin. I froze, my muscles locking, my breath hitching.
Alisa.
She stepped in front of me, blocking my path, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of disdain and amusement. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her sharp eyes gleaming with something ugly. She leaned against the lockers, her posture relaxed but her gaze predatory.
"Enjoy the attention while it lasts, trash," she said, her voice a sneer. "You being first in the trials doesn’t change a thing about your pathetic self."
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