Resigned, I lean against the wall and nod, ready to speak the moment he takes out the ball. “Please don’t eat me. Or if you have to, don’t cut off my leg, then keep me alive, eat the leg, and then cut off my other leg. If you have to eat me, just kill me quickly. Please.” I sniff as tears streak down my face once more. The gag drops to the floor as Saint leans in, wiping away my tears. “What are you talking about?” His eyes are so soft, so gentle as he strokes my face that I sob even harder, unable to control my own body. It’s so pathetic. I am pathetic, and the worst thing is no matter what I
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Poor baby is so scared but also down bad.
