Iris' pov “Damon, Damon, you're here! Your guard had the guy treat me like trash. Look at this - he even hit on me. It hurts so bad that I can barely move. Damon, look at this!” Kaila began crying out as she saw me throwing a tantrum, spouting words like a child. I signaled for James to call the rest of the guards. Just as he left, Kaila tried to remove her hand from the lock. "Damon's hand is stuck, your guard had the guy cling my hands to this thing," Damon, come and get me, she said, struggling with the lock. I sat down, watching Kaila struggle as memories of Iris' weak expression popped out in my head, having just finished a cigarette. I knocked out the butt ashes and let the rest part with me. I stared at Kaila with bloodshot eyes. "I never make any of my playthings feel special, but this coward, whom I've fucked several times, had the guy touch what's mine." Just then, the set of guards arrived. There were only
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