The Devil's Handmaiden
In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force.
She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding.
“Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do.
I am the Devil.
I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.”
His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.
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