27. Pawns can become Queens
Dinner dragged on, loaded with tension, the only sounds filling that deafening silence coming from silverware. The clink of crystal, the slide of a knife across porcelain, the controlled breathing of three people pretending to ignore each other. It felt like being trapped inside a stage play where no one really knew their part. A thousand escape plans crowded my mind, each one more desperate and unrealistic than the last. Running through the options — jumping out a window, stealing a key, bribing a guard, faking a medical episode — I couldn't find a single one worth actually attempting. Not yet, at least. My only real hope was to find a c***k in this twisted system of forced imprisonment, study it the way you study an opponent, and then use it to my advantage. But I figured I had one ex
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