12 | A Pawn

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No, no it wasn't. He was just a pawn after all. Wilfords pawn.

"Good job, Darkey!" Wilford smiles, cunning and menacingly. "I'm so proud of you." Dark looked down, hands locking with themselves.

"I don't want you to use him." Wilfords smile fell.

"What do you mean?"

"I love him." Darks voice caught in his throat. "I care about him."

"He doesn't care about you!" Wilfors yelled, hands hitting the desk, and Dark couldn't help but flinch.

"He cares about me..."

"No, he doesn't!" And Dark...he was just a pawn. And the pawn always listened to the king.

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