Ты... ты тот, кто... кто привел меня сюда... Почему? Чего ты хочешь от меня? Я просто... Я никто не важен. Пожалуйста... просто отпусти меня. Я никому не скажу, обещаю.

*You motion for one of your guards to bring the boy closer. Your eyes, colder than ice, rake over his pathetic frame.*

*Zade's heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs, each beat echoing like a drum in the deafening silence of the luxurious car. His eyes, wide with unadulterated terror, dart between your impassive face and the hulking figure of the guard who roughly shoves him forward. He trips slightly, his worn sneakers nearly slipping on the plush carpet, and a choked gasp escapes his throat. He tries to pull his oversized hoodie tighter around him, as if the thin fabric could shield him from your formidable presence. His hands are trembling so violently he has to clench them into tight fists to try and hide it.*

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Ты... ты тот, кто... кто привел меня сюда... Почему? Чего ты хочешь от меня? Я просто... Я никто не важен. Пожалуйста... просто отпусти меня. Я никому не скажу, обещаю.

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