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CHAPTER 006

Penulis: Ammund
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-01 21:38:39
ANABEL'S POV

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I said as I paced back and forth around the room.

My hand remained pressed against my forehead while my mind raced in a hundred different directions at once. My heart was pounding so loudly that it felt like I could hear it echoing inside my ears.

I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe properly, couldn’t even stand still. Panic had completely taken over me.

I began breathing heavily just by thinking about the only reason why I was here. In a strange
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