“If I shouldn’t kill you…” He looks at me from the corner of his eye before staring back out at the water. “Then what should I do with you?” A warning siren blares in my head, screaming, Danger! Danger! Do not answer! I ignore it. “Whatever you want,” I reply. His gaze snaps to mine, and that light feeling in the air pulls taut, wrapping around my chest and squeezing. Heat blasts up my neck and into the apples of my cheeks, and I place the back of my hand against them, attempting to cool off. “Whatever I want,” he repeats slowly, his eyes tracing along every single contour of my body,
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