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“You look…I don't know, but aren't you happy you're going to be free? For me, I had to wait for a year before I got replaced by another slave. You're lucky.” Azira rambled. Only if she knew the turmoil pondering in my head.

How do I tell her that a part of me didn't want this to end? 

That I have tasted the forbidden fruit and I crave it?

I want it.

She would call me stupid. Crazy. Or even something worse.

My fingers twitched, curling into a ball. A sickly heat burned in my ...