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... was overpowered by the words of the man—they cut sharper.
Zane froze on his spot and his eyes surveyed the surroundings in a way a kitten does in a jungle.
No feet stopped for him and no eyes turned to him. He wasn’t worth any attention. And a part of him felt relief that no one watched him like this.
But the man with the whip wasn’t patient.
Seeing Zane not moving, he bellowed in his tyrant voice:
"I said clean my baton with your mouth!"
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