Xevia's POV"Sorry," he hissed and looked at me with pity while locking the iron cage that confined me."Don't move so much that the wound on your arm stops bleeding.""Logan, please, please let me go. Get me out of here." I begged as he began walking away without looking back at me. "I can pay you, now I have a lot of money, and I promise I Will pay you. How much do you want? Logan, please," I whispered, trying to reach him. He turned around and looked at me, then said, "sorry, Xevia. I don't need your money." His eyes were shining with anger when he said this, and I knew that he was about to leave me. "You are nothing but trouble," he added coldly and walked away, leaving me alone in this. I screamed and cried for help, but nobody came. Damn, am I going to die in this iron cage? What will they do to me this time? This wasn't in my plan, so what should I do now? Should I give up and let them kill me? As I was lost in thought, suddenly, from the front of the dark cave, a flashlig
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