Not a hand had been laid on her.
He already knew that pain wouldn't break her.
Pain had become her friend.
Hate had become her friend.
Deceit had become her friend.
Phin cried out again.
Pleaded.
But nothing would stop them from hurting him.
Over and over again.
Nothing would stop them.
Except the truth.
She sobbed.
Love had become her enemy.
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