"You are mine."
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Despite Yumi's reluctance, she had been giving into Sebastian's darkness every night since their first kiss, and she couldn't stop.
As they investigate a string of missing teenagers, Yumi finds herself stuck in the blackness...
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OVA Continued - Cammie Hardernen
TWO YEARS AGO...
"I ain't telling you shit," I snapped when the Yumi girl sat at the table across from me.
"I didn't ask you to tell me anything," Yumi said then, making gaze over at her. She just clasped her fingers together and smiled, setting her chin on them. "I know everything."
"What?" I snapped. "Everything? That's a lie and you know it."
She just closed her eyes kindly. "Cammie Hardernen, born by parents Jim and Carrie Chris but was sold to foster at age seven. Picked up by parents Samantha and John Hardernen at age ten. Had an adoptive sister Alysha Hardernen that was age six when she came into the family." Yumi gazed up. "Your sister was seventeen when she figured out that the NOVIA cooperation was money laundering from poor households, conning them into giving them money, so she decided to go public, but sadly..." her lashes lowered, "she was slaughtered."
I gritted my teeth then, tears burning my eyes. "So?"
Yumi just sat up at the butler remained at her side. "I know how you feel. The vengeance, the rage, the anger. It's horrific and agonizing."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" I said then, anger burning through me. "You little brat! You don't know the pain! How her death killed my own parents! How lonely I've been for so long!"
Yumi gazed up then, eyes darkening. "I know exactly how you feel. My parents were murdered in their own bedroom, along with my older sister."
I froze then, eyes widening.
"I was only fifteen at the time," her voice was quiet, "I woke up from a nightmare, wandered the manor, and then heard screaming. I found them deceased in the bedroom... or almost. They were reaching for me, begging for me, but I was frozen. I couldn't move, it was... so dark, too... and agonizing, and cold."
I stared into her single eye, watching the reflections of her past flash through her blue iris.
