Her Hatred
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He stood right of front of me, his hand gripping my hair, pulling it so tight that my head was bent backward, forcing me to look at him.
"Tell. Me. His. Name." He ordered, tightening his grip.
"I don't know." I hissed, "If I knew, I would have told you!"
"No you wouldn't" he clicked his tongue and smirked, "Need a little bit of torture, hm? Either his name or torture. Which one will it be?"
His name was at the tip of falling from my mouth but I held it. There"s no fucking way I was going to endanger the life of innocents. I stayed quiet. He then groaned in frustration before dragging me, by my hair, all the way down the basement.
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