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"I could," she said, "but I'm not very hungry."
He only stared at her silently, clearly in some state of disbelief.
She was quiet, only nodding slightly.
He let her go, his brows furrowing as he said nothing.
She sat up, looking at him. "I can't pick between the two of them. You have to realize how difficult this is."
He watched her, staying still for a few moments before his grip loosened, and he looked unsure of himself.
"Like a rock," she said flatly, and obviously sarcastically.
He reached for her neck, his gaze hard. "I will not disobey."
She was lying on her back over the covers, staring at the ceiling. "Come in."
His grip was tight as he pulled her closer. Now using his arm hand as well. "That was my order."
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He was still holding onto her arm. "I have to kill you."
She sighed shakily, lying back on the bed.
He grabbed her arm, holding on tightly. He didn't say anything his expression blank, but harsh.
"I'm sorry," she said as well, clearly closed off at this point.
He opened his mouth to speak, but took another step and falling again, grunting as he hit the ground.
She shook her head sadly. "No.. You can go."
He visibly faltered, before his expression quickly hardened. "I don't know. But I know It's my job to kill you," he said, standing on his good...
She whimpered slightly, and sat down as she began to feel sick. "I know you don't."
"You're Ophelia," he said coldly. "You're the enemy."
