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Isadora's pupils constrict into a smaller circle, filled with loathe. "Kill you? Gee, I thought assassination moves don't work on you, master?"

Vincent felt peeved, "They don't."

"Huh!" Isadora moans in surprise as Vincent easily rolls over and pins her down instead.

She squirms around but isn't able to budge from Vincent's hold. She bites her lips nervously.

Gosh, she got carried away and made a mistake. The weight of the collar suddenly felt heavier… would he punish her?

"You aren't capable of killing me, Flavia or anyone else." Vincent says matter-of-factly as he towers over Isadora.

She grits her teeth, "What makes you so sure about that?"

"I see it in your eyes. You have no will." Vincent gets off Isadora and sits on the ground beside her.

Isadora sits up too and they both stay quiet for a few seconds.

"Spit out your thoughts, Flavia. We can't continue if you are so distracted." Vincent speaks dryly.

Isadora hesitates.

"And don't you dare lie to me." He adds.

"Why did you help me
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