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DELILAH I hated the way my voice sounded. So desperate, so meek, so frightened. So vulnerable. He frowned at my question, then made his way back to me, stopping a short distance away. With every passing second, I was growing more and more lightheaded. I knew I was going to pass out soon. I just needed to know if I would ever wake up again. Darkness started to invade the corners of my eyes, but I blinked, fighting to stay conscious until I heard his response. It wasn't like I'd truly believe whatever he would say. But even hearing that he might not kill me could have made me feel better. But what he said instead only speedened the process of my fainting. "My little swan, how could I ever kill you?" he whispered, using the back of his fingers to caress my cheek. I was too tired to pul