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Chapter 3

Word Count: 810    |    Released on: 05/03/2026

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ly. I simply

assive iron gates groaning shut behind

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practic

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asked, my voice raspy fr

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teo's crisp white shirts,

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Matteo t

the room, my heart hammering a pain

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her smile tu

since you two are

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pierced through the narcoti

ut," I

uel curving of her lips

a," she whispered, steppi

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ifted over

st the pla

photo of Matteo and m

second, then let

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said, not

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o wipe that smi

bed he

ood-curdling sound that echo

me!" she

she sh

a

very top of the landin

on the edge of

ed bac

glittering like a thousand indifferent eyes. I saw Bianca's face, the muscles around her mouth twitching in a grotesque

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as too f

he firs

the s

with a wet, si

of pain and color as I was thrown down the long, curving stairca

at the bottom, a profo

't feel

ng, a single tear escapi

antly, his hands hovering over my

Oh god,

tairs, Bianca began t

e kidnapper hi

ting out a

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looked d

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itself; it was the final, crushing blow that severed my spine where

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