Arabella "The reality," he murmured. He stood to his feet. "That you are nothing now."His voice was a cold whisper."That you have no purpose… except the one I decide to give you.""That you cease to be a person." He stopped in front of me. Towering. "That you no longer have the luxury of a will. Or thoughts. Or a name that matters."I wanted to scream. To hit him.“And the fact,” he said coldly. “That there’s only one thing I’m keeping you for.”His eyes dropped. Slow. Deliberate. Down to my chest.I saw red. Boiling seething rage surged through me.“I had nothing to do with that auction,” I snapped. My voice shook. “You cannot buy people. Not in this day. Not in this age.”“I don’t have any money,” I said louder. “But that’s not a crime!”“You don’t get to claim someone like they’re a piece of property!”My voice was rising. I could feel it. But I didn’t care anymore.“I don’t even know how I got there in the first place,” I hissed. “Not really.”“I know how those places work. So
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