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“Do you enjoy this? Is this fun for you?! Huh?! Is it?!” Her voice cracked, throat raw.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t eventilthis head.

He just stood there. Unmoving. Watching.

It was the same as always. That silent, suffocating stare. The control. The cold.

Somethingsnapped.

She charged him.

Before she could think—before the part of her that knew better could catch up—her fists were beating against his chest.

Hard.

Again. And again. Andagain.

She pounded at him, her palms slapping against the matte black armor with a useless, hollow thud.

“Say something!Say something!”

She struck him again, harder. The jolt shot pain through her wrist. She didn’t care.

“Fuckingdosomething! Don’t you have a voice? Don’t you have emotions? What the fuck are you… a robot?”

Another hit.

Ow.

Pain bloomed, sharp and immediate, radiating down her forearm.

She gasped, her momentum faltering.

Then he spoke.

Just one word.

Low. Resonant. Strange.

Alien.

But somehow… sheunderstood.

Stop.

And then, she saw his hands.

Hisbare hands.

Large, blue-skinned, six-fingered. The dark armor was gone from them—she hadn’t even seen him remove the gauntlets. Hisfingers were tipped with black, claw-like nails that should have been terrifying.

But the way he touched her…

His hands closed around her wrists with slow precision. Not rough. Not violent.Firm.

She couldn’t move.

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