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Daro's slave was an abomination my eyes refused to detach themselves from.
It laid on the side of its face on her lap, the mouth was wide open as if in a perpetual state of crying out.
Blood seeped out from the eye but quickly dispersed in the stale water.
It felt like the eye was staring at me, accusing me.
'What are you doing here?'
I ignored the phantom voice.
"Darling, I know you still want your legs. Just give me a piece of your hair to start making the potion."
I had not processed Daro's words but a yank to my hair pulled me out of my horror stricken reprieve.
I cried out. Clutching the sore on my head I turned to where the arm came from.
As soon as my eyes saw it, they closed shut. Though the image stayed.
Another zombified merman.
I had made my decision.
I wasn't going to became a servant.
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