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Chapter 94: The Unseen Chains
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I kneeled on the cold, hard sidewalk, frozen with fear, waiting for the men to hold up their guns and kill Brax and his friends. They had no trouble killing the other man, so why would they care about ending three more lives and then mine."move! This has nothing to do with you," one of the men yelled at Brax. One of Braxs friends placed his hand on his back. As he did, he lifted his shirt, revealing a gun. He didn't pull it out; instead, he just stood there ready. "This has everything to do with me," Brax said as he stepped closer to them. "you're on my father's streets harassing a young girl that I've already told you is with me", his voice was filled with confidence. He stood centimetres away from one of the men. "I'm sure my father would be less than impressed to find out you were on his territory."The men hesitated, unsure of what to do next. They exchanged uneasy glances before finally backing away, muttering curses under their breath.I let out the breath I had been holding
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"Where have you been?" his voice, sending fear rushing through my body. "I had to stay back at school to get some stuff done," I said, my voice shaky. He stood up, walking towards me. I cowered as he did. "I have another job for you," he grabbed a piece of my hair, playing with it between his fingers. There's a dress in the bathroom. Get ready." His words made me feel sick as a million thoughts raced through my head. What was I getting ready for.I knew that whatever he was going to make me do would not be something I wanted to do, but I also knew that I had no choice in the matter. As I walked into the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, I saw the dress he had laid out for me. It was tight-fitting but with a high neck and long sleeves, so it covered the marks he had made on me; the idea of wearing something that clung to my body made me feel uncomfortable. I hated having men look at me with desire in their eyes.I quickly changed into the dress, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
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I got in the car with him, ignoring the voice in my head that screamed at me not to go with him. I had to convince him to leave me alone, and if this was how I did it, then so be it, and what's the worst that could happen? He takes me somewhere and kills me. That doesn't sound too bad because he would just be ending my pain and suffering.The drive was done in silence. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, but I just kept my eyes on my hands in my lap. He stopped the car, and I looked up to see we were at a park on the outskirts of the city. He opened his car door and got out before turning back to me. "Are you coming?"I took a deep breath, opened the door, and got out before following him over to the swings. He sat on one, and I sat on the other. no one spoke for a while Brax finally broke the silence. "I'm not going to hurt you. I know I scare you, but I promise I will never hurt you" his voice was soft and caring.I looked up at him, studying his face. I believed him, but I
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