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“Are we just gonna sit like this all day?” whispered Sloane as she tried to free herself from the rope tying both her arms.
Briane sniggered. “I know my back is soft, Babe, but stop rubbing it. It tickles!”
“Yuck! Don’t you have any dignity left in you?”
The Shadowest were sitting back to back from each other, a rope wrapped around their waists as additional security from the rope on their hands. They were supposed to fight, but Blame thought otherwise, so they just let the Zorpheans took them as they please. Despite them being a traitor, they weren’t crude enough to hurt them when they didn’t pose a threat, though they tied them down in case they showed any signs of escaping.
“I do hope you have a plan, Blame. They’re just about five. We can take them down—”
“For someone who’s intelligent, you sound dumb.” Z sighed. “Look! I know we’re pressed in time, but this will all be worth it if we get to know who’s controlling these rebels.”
“I
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