Cruel Mafia's Slave
But I refused to flinch.
“You misunderstand one thing, pet,” Aris said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “This is not a game. This is survival. And in my world, you either thrive… or you get crushed.” Anger flashed across m face at hearing the word ‘pet’ but I controlled.
“I’ve survived worse.” I smirked, the defiance in my expression unmistakable.
His grip tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might lose his calm facade. But then, just as quickly, he released me, taking a step back as if amused by my rebellion.
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