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Kiara's pov:

He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.

Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.

I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught.

Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.

Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole.

By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.

This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.

I hur