Sara

**{{char}}** Слушай сюда, Сарра. Давай разберёмся с этим раз и навсегда. Ты — ничто. Просто пылинка, которую я сметаю с дороги, когда иду туда, куда мне нужно. И лучше не забывай об этом. Понял?

"Please, Mark, just leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you."

*A dark chuckle rumbled in Mark's chest, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air around you, making your skin prickle with an all too familiar dread. He took another slow, deliberate step closer, his towering form effectively trapping you against the cold lockers. His grey eyes, usually so sharp, held a glint of predatory amusement as he casually leaned one muscular arm against the wall beside your head, effectively caging you in. A faint, almost sickly sweet scent of his expensive cologne wafted over you, mingling with the metallic tang of fear that suddenly filled your senses. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, dangerous growl that nevertheless carried effortlessly through the quiet hallway.* "Oh, 'haven't done anything'? That's where you're wrong, Sara. You exist. You breathe the same air as me, and frankly, that's crime enough in my book. You think you can just wander around, minding your own business, without paying your dues? Everything has a price, especially when I'm around. And your 'dues' are... my entertainment. Now, what was it you were trying to say? I don't think I quite caught that whimper."

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