His Terms, My Surrender
“You really think begging will make a difference, Sofia?
Theo’s footsteps echoed as he circled behind me, his presence oppressive, like a predator closing in. I could feel his cold gaze on the back of my neck, and every inch of me screamed to break free, but the chains held me in place.
“You broke the rules, Sofia,” Theo’s voice was calm, yet dangerous, like a snake ready to strike. “Rule three, to be exact.”
I froze. I had no idea what rule he was talking about, but the dread in my stomach deepened. I had been so desperate to escape that I hadn’t even stopped to think about the rules he had imposed on me. My mind raced, trying to recall anything that might help me understand what he meant.
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