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-Amber- I tore the shirt that was still lying on the back of the couch, just because I didn’t know what else to do. I just had to... I had to get all this anger out in some way, and since I couldn’t get a proper reaction out of the king, I needed to watch something tear. It was the shirt I had slept in that broke under my anger, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to break the whole room. I wanted to smash the windows, and break every piece of furniture, but just as I walked over to some small lamp, standing on a bedside table, I froze. I held the lamp high, ready to smash it, but in that moment, I realized that it would make no difference. The lamp breaking or this entire room being smashed would make no difference to me. I was still trapped here. The king would never let me go, no ma