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Chapter 36 (iv)
“No!” I answered quickly. I hurried to hold the note I’d written up for her to see but she gave it only the shortest of cursory glances before pulling back then throwing her entire weight into the smack she landed on my cheek. The force sent me toppling to the ground faster than I could right myself and by then, she’d begun kicking.
“I bet you think you’ve found something, huh? HUH? Think you’ve got the upper hand now; that you can blackmail me because of what you’ve seen? Do you know who I am, little girl? Don’t you know that I will kill you?”
I shook my head frantically as I curled into a protective ball. “I didn’t—I didn’t see anything, I swear!”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Her next kick landed in my face, causing blood to gush from my nose.
“I won’t say anything; I won’t, I promise!”
“I shoul
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