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The battle line drawn.

Miss Kardashian's POV

Five days! Five fucking days of being left in this awful prison by that man called Damon. How dare him? How dare him and his slave woman treat me like a common nobody? How dare the two of them humiliate me in such a bad manner?

"Hey, you!" I screamed at the two guards who had been watching over me like hawks the past five days to ensure that I didn't run away. It was not like I was planning to do that anyway. And if I decided that I was going to, none of them could stop me. But I didn't need to tell them that, and they didn't need to know any of those.

"Yes, Miss Kardashian?" One of them answered me, bowing his head from the fear of me.

I relaxed a bit, knowing that I still commanded the same form of respect and authority as I did in the past.

"Get me a bowl of water," I demanded from him. He bowed again and turned to leave. "A big bowl of water, actually," I added. I saw him looked baffled at my odd request but I gestured for him to hurry up. He could think wh
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