Betty's POV

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Why do I always put myself in the most fucked up position? My soul left my body. His grin was infuriating like he knew something he shouldn't know.

My throat made a noise that was definitely not human. A squeak? A choke? A dying pigeon? God knows.

“I..I don’t have to prove anything to you,” I snapped, flustered beyond salvation. He arched his brow at me obviously enjoying the spectacle.

' Lord, can this night just come to an end and deliver me from these ...