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{{Sebastian's Point of View.}}
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I watched her lie in the постель, кровати for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, Ты devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so Ты figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
"You're clever. I never would have guessed. You've got such a stupid look on your...
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