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I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

My fingers went to my neck, and I began to make long scratches that left nail marks, the white skin that bordered my neck. I must have looked crazy on the outside, no I wasn't crazy; It would be a great luxury for me to go mad because everything would be easier if I went mad, but I was writhing as if I had gone mad in a great pain whose meaning cannot be put into words, which the living cannot understand.

Bennett doesn't look back at me, but nods curtly before walking up the stairs and slamming the door behind him. I turn around and look at the familiar cell. There is fresh bedding on the cot, the bucket has been cleaned and food is waiting for me. I devour it quickly, my stomach protesting that it hasn't recieved enough. Bennett leaves the light on and when he comes back with lunch, there is a book on the tray. I watch him leave and scurry over to it. I eat quickly again and pick up the large novel, grateful to have something to do. I sit and read the book, cover to cover and set it on the tray. When Bennett comes back for dinner, he looks at the book with furrowed brows.

Alvin scream and both Sara and Brandon eyes become wide. "DON'T YOU DARE TO SCREAM AT ME, YOU FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT. YOU ALL ARE A BRAINLESS AND ONE DAY YOU ALL WILL CRY. AND YOU BRANDON AND SARA I PRAY TO GOD YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR OWN PUP. NEITHER OF YOU." Everyone looks toward Allen who is breathing hard now. "Don't worry your dear cousin and his dear mother will go to hell. They will crying in their whole life." Sara is now crying but Allen refused to actually consciously thinking about her. She actually deserve this.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

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And I was grateful for the time I needed to move past the anger and the humiliation of having him assert dominance like I was a common, misbehaving pup. I found myself in the library again, on the third day of my anti-Asha crusade, a book comfortable and familiar in my lap. It was a novel I hadn’t read yet, something I wasn’t used to. A crime thriller that had titillated my interest with its bold main character and wild plot twists that had me hooked from the first line. I was three quarters done with the book, quietly paging through the novel in the silence of the library. Not many wolves came by, which was something I had never been more grateful for, leaving me in peace.

His phone blinked with missed calls—Cassandra, another girl named Brynn, someone saved only as “C.” Sienna didn’t look twice. She walked toward the desk instead. The drawer was locked. She bit her lip, glanced toward the sleeping Damien, and used the key she found hidden in the back of the library—a key Maria once called “useless.” It fit. Inside, she found papers. Letters. A small black journal. She opened it. “The crash wasn’t supposed to happen. He was drunk. I told him not to drive. But he wouldn’t listen.” “Everyone says I was the lucky one… but I died with him that night.”

On the table sat a stack of books. I frowned and pushed myself upright, dragging the chain as I reached for them. One by one, I flipped through the covers. They were all novels. Romance. Drama. Fiction. Why? The question echoed in my head, unanswered. None of it made sense. I had expected a dungeon. A cell. Something cold and empty. Not a house filled with food, a television, and books carefully left behind like a peace offering. It felt wrong. Almost cruel in a different way. Why wasn't he punishing me yet for killing his guard?