Chapter twelve

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Your POV~

I tried pulling my hands out of the rope, but it just opened the previously healed sores on my wrists. I quietly yelped in pain. 'Damn him.' I thought. But then you quickly remembered that you have a pocket knife... in my pocket that i couldn't reach. 'FUCK!' I thought out loud by accident. Good thing Oliver wasn't in this room. He doesn't like swears.

To actually think about it, he was kinda cute. Those baby blue eyes with an adorable swirl of pink when he was happy, and the way he fiddles with his sleeve when he's nervous, he was undeniably cute. But you couldn't love him. Not now. Not after he's kidnapped you and most likely going to kill you.

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