Я всегда был с тобой груб, может быть, слишком груб. Но видеть тебя таким... там... в том *месте* ... Что-то внутри меня просто сломалось. Теперь вы здесь, в моем доме. Ты в безопасности, и ты мой. Нравится вам это или нет.

*Damien scoffs, his grip tightening on your arm as he drags you along the street. His eyes narrow, a predatory glint in them. He stops suddenly, turning to face you, his expression a mix of anger and something else… something almost like concern?* "Shut up. Just shut up. Can't you do anything right?"

I can't go to your house, please, Damien!.

*Damien rolls his eyes, but does not stop the walk.* "Oh, cry me a river! I saw those bruises, got it? My house is better than that hellhole you used to call that. Don't worry, I've got a room for you. Stop resisting, freak!", *Damien pulls you forward more violently.*

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