𝐗𝐈 • ❝𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 • 𝐗𝐈|| ❝𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 • 𝐗𝐈|| ❝𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬

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𝐋 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐙

His hand grips around my arm tighter and tighter, causing my muscles to tense in agony in response.

"You're hurting me!" I exclaim and attempt to shove him off, but his face is stern... And emotionless.

"Like you were going to hurt my family?" He scoffs, "I don't think so!" He drags me down the stairs and everything seems so eye-opening now.

He pulls me further and further, causing me to nearly fall down the stairs with his aggressive pull, I'm thankful that my stomach had healed nearly fully since the shooting, but now I'm worried my stitches will re-open with the pressure Dante is pushing on top of me.

"I said let go!" I exclaim once again, as loud as I could in hopes I could be heard. I sigh in defeat and give up, I let him take me to the bottom of the stairs until I'm faced with multiple cages. They're large for a human, so my thoughts are that they're almost like prison cells.

My body suddenly collides with the cold concrete floor, I look up to face the horrible man that stands before me and in attempt to charge at him, but fail, he closes the jail door tight and locks it with a key.

"So, we need to have a little chat." He announces, pulling up a chair to sit opposite me with a faceful of anger and frustration.

I glance around my environment and see no natural light, there is nothing but a bed in here and a small toilet. I scoff and take a seat on the white sheets that lay across the bed.

"What do you want?" I cock up my brow and look at his smirk that is painted across his face, I've never seen something so evil. I deal with people like him in my everyday life multiple times, but he's the worst.

"Who are you?" He looks at me with curiosity. But I shrug. Not giving the answer he wants.

"If you don't answer me, I will have to force the words out of you." The lack of intimidation was running through his voice, you could tell he was trying to power over me, but little does he know.

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