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Chapter one hundred & Thirty one

—JASMINE

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I want to die.

Seriously it feels like the only safer option I have.

My body is cold and I feel like I’ll pass out any minute from now.

I need warmth.

My body has been naked for hours.

After devouring the bloody soup, Denzel rises to his feet, his movements eerily robust considering his previous frailty.

He strides towards me, his gaze burning with malevolence.

I attempt to retreat, but Hunter's grip remains unyielding.

"You almost escaped," he growls, his breath hot against my ear.

"Not this time."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I force them back, sniffing away the emotion.

Denzel summons the old lady who has been feeding him like a creep, his voice dripping with impatience.

"Ophelia, bring out the pendant. I'll do it, either way."

Ophelia's wrinkled hands tremble as she produces the pendant from a hidden compartment.

Her voice quavers with a warning. "It's against the rules, Denzel. You cannot use her until you bed her."

Denzel's response is explosive. "I
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