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"Our files say that you were born in London," He says, his fingers tight around her wrists, pushing her back flat against the wall. "Tell me something pretty in English."
Yoojin hides her wince from the pain that shoots up her wrists, giving him the prettiest smile she could muster under the circumstances. "Let go of my hands and fight me, you ceramic bitch." She says in English.
He chuckles, leaning closer to her. When he spoke, a thick Australian accent was evident behind his words. "Nice try, sweetheart. But I speak English too."
