prolouge.

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"you couldn't hurt me if you tried, charlotte," he sneers into her ear as she struggles in his grasp.

she twists her wrists, trying to free herself of his grip. he twists her arm into an angle. she grimaces. he chuckles darkly, nibbling on her ear. "might as well give up, huh?"

she feels her blood boil, adrenaline coursing through her veins. she inhales sharply before digging the heel of her boot into the knee of her captor. he groans, loosening his grip slightly. she takes the opportunity and grabs his wrists, mustering up every ounce of strength in her body and heaving his body over her back. his body slams onto the concrete with a sickening crack.

"yeah, might as well."

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idk if this classifies as a prologue but i dont really care

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