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“You’re nothing but a pawn in my game, Naomi. You and I both know that.” I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t understand the pressure I’m under. “Whatever you think of me,” I say, my voice steady, “you won’t break me. I’ll survive. I’m not your victim.” Damian pauses in his tracks, his back still turned to me. “You think you have a choice?” He laughs again, and it sends a cold chill through the air. “I don’t do victims, Naomi. You’ll learn that quickly enough.”

"You and your family victimized me my entire life. And now you're facing consequences. That's not me taking something from you. That's justice taking its rightful course." Sabrina's face changed. The desperate, pleading expression hardened into something uglier. Something I recognized from my childhood… the mask slipping. "You think you're so righteous, don't you?" I felt Braham tense, but I put a hand on his arm. I could fight my own battles. "I never said I was perfect. But I was a victim. You made sure of that." "A victim." Sabrina laughed, and the sound was brittle, jagged. "You had everything handed to you… your mother's money, your pretty face, opportunities most people only dream of.

“Is there anything else I need to know, Pebbles?” I wanted to tell him everything. I did not know why. All I know was that I needed to tell him about how the abuse had affected my life. So, I just let it all out. “I—I despised white men—I judged that they were all the same, but then I met Bradley." His shoulders tensed when I mentioned his dad's name. I touched his face and caressed the side of his stumbled jaw. “And you—and I also met you, Ace Dickson. You make me feel so alive and safe.”

But if I were, he would be the first to die on my list. "Hey! stop it! leave the poor girl alone, Race." I heard a female voice. I knew who it was; she was friends with Maryann and tried to help me, but they turned on her and told her to shut up. But today, she is not. She kept on speaking and taking up for me. "Shut the hell up, Aimee! Why are you taking up for the bookworm? I heard Race's angry voice snap at her. "I am not, it's just I don't think it's nice, and besides, she is not doing anything to you and us," you know it!" She was trying to make him and the others understand.

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When Ningsih was about to take it, Slamet stepped on the cell phone until it shattered. "Unfortunately the evidence has been destroyed. You are so stupid and so easily deceived, Miss," said Slamet. "Oh, so you admit that you killed Tukijo’s grandma?" Ningsih asked. "Of course. Hahaha," answered Slamet. "Good, I have proof now." Ningsih grinned. "Idiot!" Bahar snapped, hitting Slamet on the head. "Make Tiyem a prisoner! Let me face this beautiful girl." Bahar walked around Ningsih while looking at her.

It was as if he had read my mind about my urge to escape and leave that wretched place. I knew what he was capable of if I didn't comply with his wishes. My mother was his easiest way to hurt me in the worst possible way. He used her as emotional leverage to manipulate me into doing things I didn't want to do. He had been using her as a pawn for his gain since I was young. When he couldn't physically harm me due to school, he didn't hesitate to target my mother instead. That was why I chose to study law, to protect my mother from her monstrous husband. I’d believed that the law would shield us if I became knowledgeable and strong, but I learned the hard way that the law isn't always white or

I jogged to a shed under a massive oak tree. Panting, I sat leaning against a tree. I held my knees close to my chest and cried my heart out. My life is shit. What did I ever do to deserve all of this? My best friend kidnapped, raped and abused me. The guy I love turned out be my brother. My mother, the one person I trusted lied to me my whole life. How can my life go any worse?

I say hesitantly and there's a long pause between us "I once read a book where a woman abducted her Madam and two rapists after escaping sex trafficking. She of course tortured them in some of the same ways they did her, and killed one while her boyfriend and friend killed the other two. I clung onto the satisfaction I imagined she felt as she watched them all die in front of her. I told myself I didn't really get to enjoy the deaths of the other two, and that once I found Horace, I would get my closure." "And did you?" I say