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Chapter 108
Alvara's Point of View
In my dimly lit room, I could see the man's canines as he smiled. Gripped the knife in his hand until I swore it turned white. There was a thickness to the room. Stifling and hot. Every fiber in my body yelled out to me. Demanded that I jumped up and run away. But I couldn't bring myself to even move a toe, much less my leg.
All Eugene's beatings rambled into my mind. Spilled over one another in a cascade of fear. The man inhaled deeply and growled in pleasure. My scent had no doubt changed. MAde itself putrid in the face of danger. I was done before I had even fully lived.
The man took a step to the side of the bed. I recoiled, sitting up in bed. He sniffed the air again and I whimpered as he walked closer. Pulling my legs to my chest, I watched him with wide eyes. The knife he held was larger than I had first thought. More intimidating.
The rest of the house was silent. Slumbering. I wanted to let go of m
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