His voice trembled, unsteady, like fear had wrapped itself around his throat. There was a slight quiver in his voice, barely noticeable but impossible to ignore—like he was fighting a fear he couldn’t outrun
But it was all too late Rage consumed me, pushing me past the point of reason. At that moment, I hated him more than I ever thought possible. The fury inside me twisted into something darker, something venomous. I didn’t just despise him—I loathed him with every fiber of my being.
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