Surrender To Me
They’re like a dark procession for the devil himself, who soon comes after.
It’s Saccone. The man I’ve both been fascinated by and afraid of. As he marches into the room with the swagger of a man in his kingdom, I’m struck by him. He is not as menacing as I remembered him, and instead he looks much older and a little haggard. Regardless, he still emanates violence in a way that puts fear into my heart. Maybe it’s the ugly scar on his face. Or maybe it’s his gaze, which is cold and immediately lands on me, putting a chill down my spine.
His men part way for him, and he marches over to me. “Stand up,” he commands. I do as he says, even though part of me wants to rebel. Even the rebellious part
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