“One flicker in your eyes will be enough for you to tell me I’m disgusting. I’m not giving you that kind of power.” “Do you really think that after all I’ve seen and done, anything that you can show me will be too much for me?” A lump rises in my throat. I never wrote that in my diary, but it’s what I always hoped, that a man as monstrous as him wouldn’t even flinch. Tyrant wouldn’t have to psych himself up to tell me that it didn’t matter to him that I had scars. He wouldn’t expect me to be slavishly grateful to him that he’s able to stomach the sight of me. He wouldn’t even see my scars.
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