"You know what I like most about you, you are obedient and you do whatever I tell you to do?"
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The man grabbed the other man's chin hard and threw him to the ground. His upper arm hit the corner of the table.
The kind of pain that pierces the soul.
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"Will I fall in love with you?" The man sneered, full of sarcasm, and the indifference shown in the corners of his eyes made people shudder: "You are just a toy of mine. I can throw it away when I get tired of using it."
"Use" pierced his heart like an awl.
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It was dark and humid, and the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of a strange liquid, even the smell of blood. On a bed, a man's hands were tied to the bed, his body was weak, and his face looked as if the blood had been sucked dry.
His arms were numb. He didn't struggle or make any noise. He lay as if dead, his eyes dull.
That was the source of his fear.
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He thought: If you miss some things, you just missed them.