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However, Riley simply watched on coldly. “Does it hurt? This pain isn’t even one-tenth of what Carter suffered. Leo, this was what you did to him, and you will repay it a hundred times over.” With that, her hand moved again. Squelch. The sound of flesh being cut filled the room. By then, Leo’s screams had gone hoarse. Ten minutes later, Riley finally stopped. Leo’s face was now torn and bloodied beyond repair. His body was also marked with the word “trash” carved into his skin.

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I chuckled and leaned in closer to his face, bending my knees. "Watashihadare?” [Who am I?] I burst out laughing at the thought that my own people have no idea who I am. Oh, right! My tattoo. I removed the silicone cosmetics that had covered my face tattoo. His eyes widened even more when I removed the cover, and because of the dark surroundings, it slowly glows. "R-Ranshio Violet! Mōshiwakearimasen! Watashi o yurushitekudasai watashi no oroka-sa no tame ni!"

Comment your scores. It had three hundred comments already. Ava stared at the screen, at her own face frozen mid-reaction in the video thumbnail, caught in the exact half-second after Mason's words had landed and before she had managed to compose her response, and the expression on her face in that frozen frame was not the controlled, composed Ava Bennett the school had spent three years learning to expect. It was something rawer. Something that looked, uncomfortably, like it had actually hurt.

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I text back a single word. Yes.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

A text. "Hey," Him.

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.