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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧

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𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 awkward eye contact as Thomas lowers himself to sit down right next to Blake, the boy sends her a soft smile before turning his head back to the girl sat in-front of them

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𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 awkward eye contact as Thomas lowers himself to sit down right next to Blake, the boy sends her a soft smile before turning his head back to the girl sat in-front of them.

Emerald orbs narrow as the small brunette's mouth turns into a mischievous smirk, silently watching as Gally rips the cloth bag from over Teresa's head.

Teresa instantly panics, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she surveys the room around her—quickly noticing that the room is filled with almost everyone she betrayed.

Wide blue orbs quickly snap from Thomas to Blake in shock, making the girl's blood run cold as Blake cocks her head to side with a small smirk.

Giving Teresa a small and painfully slow wave of her fingers, Blake taunts the girl from afar, watching with a glint in her eye as Teresa shakes away the shiver rolling down her spine.

'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦—𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.' Blake's threat echos in the back of Teresa's mind, making the girl's heart rate shoot through the roof.

Shifting her fear-filled blue orbs from the small brunette over to the taller boy, now leaned against the table, Teresa's eyebrows furrow.

"Gally?" Teresa questions, her blue orbs widening in utter shock and disbelief, not knowing how the hell the boy is still alive.

"Here's how this is gonna go." Gally cuts the girl off, ignoring her obvious confusion. "We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." The taller boy pauses as he pushes himself off of the table to stand, quirking an eyebrow at the girl.

"We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?" Gally quizzes, reaching his hand out to the side as he grabs onto a chair.

"You guys don't seriously think..."

A loud thud echos through the room as Gally interrupts the girl, slamming a chair down to sit right in-front of her. Plopping himself down to sit towards the back of the chair, Gally folds his arms over the top of the seat.

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