You're Mine
The sound grew louder and louder gradually and converged before bursting out from the crowd at last.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven.”
He ordered her with a loud voice, “Say it. Say my name.”
She enunciated his name word by word in the midst of the roaring crowd, “Edward Levin.”
“No, not that.”
“Sean Jackson.”
“Again!”
“Sean Jackson, Sean Jackson, Sean Jackson,” she chanted the name over and over again in fury.
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