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The whole room was silent as we stared at him. Finally, I broke the silence. “Did you try to make Jasmine strip for you?” I yelled at Charlie, using my alpha aura.
“Yes,” he replied, not able to defy my control. I stabbed him in the stomach, and he screamed in agony. His screams resounded for several minutes as blood spilled out of his stomach and down his legs, onto the floor, creating a puddle. I could see he was struggling against his restraints, his arms flexing against them.
After several minutes, his screams turned into whimpers, and I approached him again, using my alpha aura. “Whose idea was it to attack Tyler?”
“It was mine,” he squeaked out.
“Why’d you do it?” I asked him menacingly, ready to tear him to shreds, the graphic images of Tyler still fresh in my mind.
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