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Seeing Katrina's sudden movement, Aaron's face turns serious. With furrowed eyebrows, he quickly grabs Katrina's wrist. "Where are you going?" It’s the first time that Katrina appears so aloof in front of him. In the past, she would beg for his mercy before he took her. Every time she begged for mercy, she would pretend to be miserable, roll her eyes at him, glare at him, and call him an asshole. But this is the first time that she’s cold and indifferent. Why did she suddenly become so cold? Aaron holds Katrina's pale arm tight enough to prevent her from leaving. Katrina turns away from Aaron and doesn't look back at him. She takes a deep breath and her voice is as cold as ever, "Aaron, let me go." Katrina already feels weak for her imprisonment and for being unable to resist Aaron