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Kiara's pov:

Apparently, that blatant voice had unbelievably emerged from my tiny throat, leaving my larynx quiver with penitence afterwards.

Eric scoffed, rubbing his palms together furiously. He turned to walk away or so I assumed, only to attack me with another slap, completely taking me off guard.

I slumped, my soft butt kissing the hard floor. My nose bled from the galling effect and a little cut disgraced my lips.

I didn't realize how many pounds of breath I struggled to contain. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure I understood anything, my mind completely went blank and I could only see dancing stars.

I could feel my cheeks boil red as my face heated up.

He lowered himself in front of me, using his hand to assault my jaws as he pulled my face upward to meet his fierce gaze.

"I warned you not to make friends," He began, "must you learn the hard way? Friends aren't special. I had to kill a so-called friend of mine because he stood in my way of success!"

My eyes widened as his stat