*Amon’s POV*"I want to know everything about your friend," I stated. I pulled a wooden stool in front of Chelsea and sat down, my eyes locked on her. When she didn’t answer me, I inched closer, feeling joy out of watching her squirm."Oh, sweet, Chelsea. You shouldn't be so trusting of people. I could smell your gullible scent from a mile away.” "W-Who are you?" she murmured, blinking back tears."Who I am is of no importance to you. I'm asking the questions, not you," I replied, gritting my teeth. Fucking journalists. "Y-You can't keep me here. My family will come looking for me." Her voice was soft, like that of an innocent child. I laughed. "Please, no one will come looking for you. They haven’t come for Gwen yet. Well, no one but you. Tell me about her, and I may let you go." "Why would I tell you?" she replied, her lip quivering slightly. "Because if you don't, you won't have to worry about your family looking for you. I'll
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