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    “Makenna, we used to have a rtionship. If the king and the others find out, I’ll im you seduced me to return to me. We’ll face this together, doomed as one!”


    “Bastard! You’re out of your mind! You pervert!” I spat at him, my eyes zing with both anger and fear. “If you touch me, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!”


    Frank sneered, his grotesque faceing closer as he attempted to kiss me. “Ah!” I screamed in sheer panic, kicking and iling.


    In the midst of the chaotic struggle, I managed tond a sharp kick to his groin when he was momentarily distracted. “Ah!” Frank’s scream was high-pitched and agonized as he clutched his groin, his face contorted with pain and veins standing out.


    With his grip loosening, I seized the chance to break free and attempted to distance myself from him. But in my frantic escape, I misjudged my step and stumbled, falling into a deep, dark hole.


    My scream reverberated through the dark pit, mingling with the dull thud of my body hitting the bottom. The pain surged over me like a relentless tide, but I had no time to dwell on it. I struggled to my feet and surveyed my surroundings.


    It was clear that this pit was no natural formation but a trap designed to ensnare prey. The walls were steep and forbidding, and the light from the opening above cast eerie shadows on the sparse branches and jagged rocks at the bottom. The air was heavy with the musty scent of earth and dampness, and a chilling silence cloaked the space, isting me from the world above.


    When I looked up at the unreachable rim of the pit, I saw Frank’s sneering face peering down at me. A sinister grin curled his lips as he spoke, his voice sharp and mocking. “Makenna, since you’re so stubborn, enjoy your time in this specially prepared trap for prey.” His tone was icily indifferent,ced with mockery. “I’ll ensure the patrolling soldiers are sent away, so no one wille to rescue you.”


    With a final, cruel chuckle, Frank vanished from sight. Fury consumed me, making my whole body tremble as I shouted at the empty space above. “Frank, you bastard!”


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    The only response was the hollow echo of my own voice, a cruel reminder of my helplessness. Desperation drove me to scream for help. “Help! Help!”


    But as Frank had promised, the silence that greeted my cries was absolute. It seemed he had indeed managed to lure the soldiers away. In my frustration, I kicked a stone lying near me. The stone ricocheted off the pit walls with a hollow thud, as if mocking my dire situation. Was this truly how it would end?


    In that moment, something small fell from my pocket. I quickly picked it up and saw it was the whistle Hayley had given me earlier. She had said it would summon nearby soldiers if we blew it.


    I put the whistle to my lips and blew with all my might. But no sound came forth, as if it were obstructed or damaged. Realizing that Hayley had given me a broken whistle, my anger red. I hurled the whistle against the ground, and it shattered into fragments.


    “Ha-ha…” A sneeringugh suddenly drifted down from above. Had Frank returned out of some twisted sense of guilt?


    My fury red anew, and as I looked up to unleash my wrath, I was taken aback to see Dominic standing at the edge of the pit. Hisnguid, arrogant demeanor was especially striking against the backdrop of the sun. His dark hair fluttered in the breeze, and his cold eyes glinted with mocking amusement.


    “Why are you here?” I demanded, my voice tight with anger.


    “I saw your friend looking for you and thought I’d check if you were in trouble again,” he said, his smirk widening as he looked down at me. It was clear he found my disheveled appearance amusing.


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