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Chapter 17
Weird Invitation "Ohhhh... God..." I mumbled, my voice barely escaping my lips as I froze in place, my pulse hammering violently in my ears. The weight of the atmosphere pressed down on me like a physical force, suffocating, unrelenting. The enormous room stretched around me, its silence consuming every breath, every sound, every movement. "Come… Come…" Cameroon’s voice flowed like silk, disturbingly smooth, chillingly controlled. The way he spoke, the way his tone curled around the edges of his words—it was dangerous. Too inviting. Too calm. A deep, primal instinct in me screamed—run. This was a trap. A beautifully woven, delicately disguised trap. But my legs wouldn't move. I swallowed, my throat tightening, my breath catching in my chest as I struggled to fill my lungs. I neede
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