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— Let’s skip the charade, Harua — Maki hissed, his gruff voice vibrating with contained fury, his eyes fixed on the Yakuza’s — You blackmailed me into coming here. What do you want from me? What’s the price for you to forget I exist and leave my family in peace?
Harua let out a childish, breathy laugh, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his gloved hands. He looked at the giant with genuine amusement, finding the athlete’s anger and defensive posture the most adorable thing in the world.
— Forget you exist? — Harua repeated, leaning his slender body forward, encroaching on the table space — Why would I do that? You’re my favorite toy now, Maki-chan! I don't need your money and your role isn’t to negotiate with me… your role is to entertain me. You’re like a big, fierce stray dog I found in the street and now i just need to put the right leash on you.
Maki felt her blood boil, her jaw clenching so tightly that the muscles in her cheek trembled.
— Don't call me that, I'm not your pet — Maki spat the words, indignation emanating from every pore — You're a sick monster. I feel repulsed every second I spend breathing the same air as you.