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“...why did you do it?” he asked, one brow arched slightly higher than the other.
I closed my eyes at the question.
“Look at me, and answer, Evelyn.” The words sounded rough and ground out.
I opened my eyes again slowly. “Why aren’t I dead yet?”
“Answer the question.”
“That is the answer. Why aren’t I dead yet? I should have been dead within the first week I was here. But instead, you’re just prolonging my existence. Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
I scoffed. I actually scoffed, and I saw his glare sharpen when he heard it. But I didn’t care, I looked back at the ceiling angrily, blinking back more tears.
“Do you really want to die?” he demanded.
“I don’t want to live like this.”
“You don’t have a choice.”