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I moved faster than them.

I ducked quicker, hit harder, embraced death that always hunted me.

I would give the Reaper a soul tonight.

I’d give him four.

My fists struck.

My legs kicked.

Ruthlessly, silently, I attacked and pummelled, not feeling any pain as they landed their own strikes. They screamed at each other to defeat me. They yelled instructions on how best to win.

But I no longer spoke their language.

Words were useless.

Savagery was everything.

I was free.

The constant suffocation of hiding. The agonising attempt at ignoring who I truly was.

It was as if a pressure valve had opened.

Spilling out my darkness.

Letting loose my brutality.

I attacked them.

Inhumanly, viciously.

I wanted them bleeding.

I wanted them begging.

I want them in motherfucking pieces.

Chapter Twenty-One

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Nerida

AGE: 20 YRS OLD

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(Love in Polish: Milosc)

I’D ALWAYS KNOWN ASLAN HID FROM A large part of who he was. I felt it each time he drove inside me. I tasted it each time he kissed me, and I heard it every night he snarled in his nightmares.

He treated me like I was his master and queen.

Yet beneath his reverence lurked a darker kind of touch.

A touch that could hurt.