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His "prisoner"
It looked like my only chance was to surrender. I knew that my mental and physical state didn't give me any chance against those people. Besides, were they even human? Mr. Gotha and those around him kept staring inside the room full of corpses, but there was something strange in their eyes. They didn't seem to be looking at a scene of a horrific murder, but more like a pile of spoiled food that had to be thrown away. There was also some kind of terrifying superiority in the way they were looking at me, yet I certainly found their company much safer than being around those people from the casino…
I slightly nodded my head, agreeing to go with them. Mr. Gotha smirked, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room filled with blood. He looked me up and down and clicked his tongue. I certainly didn't look presentable. The simple white dress, the only piece of clothing I was wearing, was painted in red, as well as my feet, most of my body, and hair. I stood there looking int
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