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Staring into her gray eyes, asking the question. "What... business... do we... have to... settle?" It took me a lot of effort to slowly put together words, forming a sentence. And when she widen her eyes as I was somewhat fluent, I almost felt proud before she scoffed, biting into my skin with her nails.
Wincing as her nails dug into my skin, she smirked seeing me in this position. She glanced back at the young man with a serpent tattoo, ordering him to do something, and when he stepped forward, standing behind me, repositioning me where I was on my knees and my arms were behind my back. I was uncomfortable with this position, especially with his clammy hands holding my arms behind my back, and his face close to my right cheek, as he was waiting for further orders.
