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I just stood there, my entire body frozen, my hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. His words felt like a noose tightening around my neck. The so-called master of the house had decided my fate without a second thought, without asking if I wanted any part of it.
"Did you understand? What's your name by the way, little girl?" His voice broke through my thoughts, sharp and commanding.
I flinched, barely managing to stammer out a reply. "Y... Yes... I'm Tiara," I said, my voice small, almost inaudible. It felt like my words were being squeezed from my throat by an invisible force, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a boulder.
"Hmm, Tiara." He repeated my name slowly, almost tasting it, as if testing how it rolled off his tongue. "I think my son is older than you. Yeah, he is." His words seemed more like an afterthought, but the way he said them sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach clenched as his gaze flickered over me.
