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I would have him now. On his knees and he would crawl, begging for forgiveness but I would only laugh at him. And then I would hear his pleas for mercy and would ignore them. I would open my heart and let all the cold, fear and hatred escape and would wrap him up in a dark embrace and bring him down to hell.
“Cinderella, wake up.” The Silver Fox nudged me and then took a step back.
I jolted awake and for a moment I had forgotten my surroundings. I still sat in the stone throne, but I had slumped to the one side and apparently fallen asleep. “What happened to your hair?”
“I’ve changed.” He answered matter-of-factly and then walked up to the far wall and stared out at a scene projected there.
“Are you comfortable with that?” I yawned and stretched my arms up high, relishing the move
