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Soraya's POV.
I let out a long sigh as I dragged the comb through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. No matter how many times I pulled the strands straight, they still seemed to fall stubbornly out of place.
My thoughts, however, weren't on my hair at all. They were on him.
Yesterday, when Darius suddenly pushed me down to the bed. My heart couldn't stop racing in my chest. He didn't tear at my clothes.
He didn't touch me like the others would have. He just stayed there with his eyes locked on me.
Now, the memory of that moment sat in my mind. I hated how my chest tightened whenever I thought of him. It had only been a little over a week since I ended up here, and already I was feeling strange things I couldn't explain.
But why? Why hadn't
