(Now I can devote my time to writing about Flower City. As I sift through the plot, prepare for a whirlwind, I'll be posting three updates today. I need monthly tickets)
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Yves King's expression and actions were as disgusting as they were obnoxious. They hit Dahlia Sanders like a sledgehammer, reminding her of the super villains from novels or animations, who embodied all evil.
His prior threats were deeply chilling to her core, leaving her not daring to cry out or provoke him. All she could do was put on a pitiful show, her innocent puppy dog eyes welling up as she weakly pleaded, "Sir, I was wrong, I shouldn't have wronged you. Please forgive me this once, considering my young and ignorant age. Please, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
Her expression was as frail as it was pathetic. Her gaze was like that of a vulnerably cute kitten. Most people would be moved and feel sympathy towards her.