CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MAY

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 May pulls off her red and gold soccer jersey, changing into her regular apparel of a black t-shirt. Untying her bun and brushing it down with her fingers, she looks in the mirror.

She jumps.

A Primor stands behind her, her steely hand around her neck, almost choking her, a platinum silver and black pistol pressed to her skull.

"I'm sorry, Miss Castor, but I'm simply just following orders." The Primor whispers in her ear, but what she expected May to obey, she didn't get.

The gun went off.

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