The cold metal cuffs bite into my wrists, bruises blooming across my skin. Caius stands before me, whip in hand, eyes dark with betrayal."You used me," he breathes, voice shaking."Was any of it real?" YOU: "It was," I whisper, "but I still choose revenge." The whip cracks against the floor—too close. A warning.His jaw tightens."You should have killed me when you had the chance."Then he turns, leaving me in the dark, alone with the weight of everything I’ve lost.
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