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... ong white hair matted with blood as it trailed across the stone floor. His face was bruised and swollen, yet he maintained a sliver of defiance in his eyes as he lay beneath the towering figure of a woman.
She stood with her muscular frame casting a shadow over him, her foot pressing down on his chest, holding him in place.
She smiled, a grin filled with malice, yet her voice was disconcertingly soft and almost playful, in stark contrast to her brutal appearance. "Why? Because yo ...
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