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He has a choice. Give up the Key or die, slow and painful.
Which way he’d jump would have been a foregone conclusion until a few months ago. But then he had to go and fall in love with her, didn’t he?
Bloody idiot!
He licks dry lips, makes his eyes big and dewy. Tugs at his chains, then whimpers, all pathetic-like.
“Please…”
A smirk splits Glory’s vapid face. She thinks she has him.
He manages not to spit in her eye. Not yet.
It’s not really a choice, is it? Never was.
Bitch is gonna get what she deserves.