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A girl with dreams too big for the world she's trapped in, her heart full of hopes for freedom. But fate has other plans. There's someone out there... her shadow, who sees her not just as a dreamer, but as a prize to claim.
He makes...
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Tied to the chair, his eyes flickered open, panic setting in as he realized his mouth was taped shut. A cold, empty gaze met his, like a reaper in human skin.
The man leaned closer, his shadow swallowing the light. Sharp objects gleamed on the table-knives, needles, tools promising nothing but pain. His heart raced, terror sinking in. There was no way out.
Draven: "Tsk tsk... Look who finally decided to open his eyes," he sneered, voice dripping with mockery. "You're awake just in time to see the fun begin."
Ignoring the trembling man, Draven's focus stayed sharp. He grabbed a blade from the table, his eyes cold as steel.
Moving behind him, he placed the sharp edge on a finger and drew a crude 'X' with the blood.
Draven: "You remember how many times you made her stay late, forcing her to finish your bullshit tasks?"
He watched the muffled sounds of the man begging, his eyes narrowing.
Draven: "Begging? You know that shit doesn't work with me, right?" He cut deeper into the 'X', watching blood trickle down. "Let's see how tough you really are."
He applied pressure, making the man wince.
Draven: "Ever wonder why she's so bad at her job? She's f*cking 18, barely out of high school, and you're taking advantage of that."
The man squirmed, frantic behind the tape. Draven's patience snapped, ripping the tape off harshly.
Mark: "W-who the f*ck are you?" he spat, shaking.
Draven lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the man's face as he smirked at the wheezing.
Mark: "F*ck you! Why the f*ck did you kidnap me? You won't get anything from me," he spat, fear mixed with defiance. "You think you're so tough, playing mafia boss?"
He leaned in closer, his voice a dangerous whisper.
Draven: "You wanna play dumb?" He chuckled, lighting another cigarette. "Let me make it real simple for you. I'm the motherf*cking storm that just rolled into your pathetic life. The wolf you shouldn't have f*cked with."
Mark: "F*cked with" he spat, fear mixed with defiance. "I don't even know you?"
Draven backhanded him again, the force making him slump in the chair.
Mark's face twisted into a sneer, his eyes narrowed with contempt.
Mark: "Oh, so you're doing this because of that dumb little bitch?"
