PAIN BEHIND THE BEAUTIFUL FACE
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Amahle's pov
The guard dragged me through the winding corridors of Xolani's mansion, finally stopping at a large wooden door. He pushed the door open and shoved me inside.
I stumbled into the room, looking around frantically. Xolani was sitting behind a large desk, a smirk on his face.
"Ah, Amahle," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you're looking well. Despite the... accommodations."
I glared at him, trying to keep my anger in check.
"What do you want from me?" I spat, trying to sound braver than I felt.
Xolani leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "And I always get what I want, Amahle. Always."