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... via! Why are you doing this to me?" he gasped, struggling against the ropes binding his wrists, his voice trembling as if he were truly terrified.
The abandoned classroom was dim, its broken windows letting in slivers of gray light, the air heavy with dust and the faint creak of old floorboards.
Olivia stood before him, her light brown hair styled in a short, wavy bob that framed her striking face.
Her hazel eyes glinted with a mix of suspicion and triumph, the flickering ...
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