The Aftermath
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"Quit. It. Claudia," he says between clenched teeth.
This can't be how it ends for me. I'm unsure if this makes me a coward or sensible, but I don't want to die today. My breath hitches, and suddenly I'm inhaling heavily. Sucking in rasping, broken breaths that shake my entire body.
The noises coming from me are so loud and pitiful, I almost miss what he says next.
"I'm not going to kill you, because I need your help. Do what I tell you to do, and I'll personally show you the border."
This from the boy who hurt me. This from a boy who will, without a doubt, hurt me again if I provoke him. This from a boy who works for the people who took away my ability to think for myself.
"And if I don't?" I ask, surprising myself by saying exactly what Olivia would say in this situation.
He laughs again, but this one isn't teasing like before. It's harsh. Serious. Lethal. "Don't, and I'll turn you in, and you'll die a horrible death. Decide now, Virtue."
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