AMORA’S POV;
He had just left, closing the door behind him with the same cold, calculated demeanor he always carried. And here I was, sitting in this grand room that felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. Rules. He had given me rules—as if I were a child, or worse, a prisoner. He never explained why I should follow them. Just... do as I say. How did I end up here? How did I let someone I barely knew take control of my life, dictating my every move?
I buried my face in my hands, my thoughts spiraling. “Amora, how can you be so pathetic that even a stranger can now decide how your life will be? How can you let this happen to you?” I whispered harshly to myself, my voice cracking. A fresh wave of tears blurred my vision, but I fought against them, biting my lip until I tasted blood.
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