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Silvia Davis POV "I must look pathetic, but this guy looks insane", my Conscience screamed. His blue eyes are now crystal clear, as if they can see right through me. I can see my own pitiful reflection in his eyes. "You're doing something terribly wrong, Alex. I don't know what's going on in your head, but I'm in no state to entertain this nonsense," I pleaded, my trauma resurfacing. I didn't want to further distress my senses. "I'm not here to hurt you, Little Mouse. But we need to talk, and that's happening today," he said, grabbing a hammer from the table and toying with it in his hands. He held it, swinging it effortlessly. It was smaller than his hands but larger than my entire face. One strike and my face would be disfigured. I didn't care about my face, but I did care about th
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