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“Oscar …” Elijah frowned, scrolling down
and then back up again. “These results are a little confusing. It seems like people enjoy your … demeanour?” He seemed to doubt his own use of the word. “They like that you seem different only with Isobel. They think it’s cute.” Oscar raised his hand. “I take great offence to that statement.”
“The next person to see you naked dies. The next person to touch you dies. I’m not being dramatic. I’m not trying to scare you. I’m telling you the truth as I know it. It’s not that I can’t hold them back. It’s that I won’t. You’re not Ironside’s toy. You’re not Ironside’s commodity. You’re not their product, their prostitute, or their puppet. You’re a world-class talent. One of the best dancers I’ve ever seen. You’re an accomplished person who deserves a place in this world, and the next unlucky fucker to treat you like less than that is going to die. Is that understood?”
#GiftedRightsAreHumanRights
They had iron surrounding them on all sides. But inside, they were finally free.
Theodore: But why, there’s so many.

