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Chapter 142 Confession 
Author: Sam-crowned
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David dragged the chain, the cuff clinking tightly around Wicked’s arm. Wicked walked cautiously behind him as David pulled him forward through the corridor.

With the way he was chained, David had bound his hands so that Wicked’s palms faced each other. It was a method David had perfected during his training, an efficient way to render someone helpless without breaking a sweat. With him chained that way, there was no chance Wicked could attempt anything reckless.

Fifteen minutes earlier, before they arrived, Wicked had tried every possible means to escape.

At first, he believed the cuffs were loosely set, a flexible design that might just allow him to break free. In his head, he imagined the scene unfolding like a movie. He’d unlock the bolt from the inside, jump from the moving car, and vanish before they noticed.

“Fuck,” he hissed, slamming his wrists together as he tried again and again. But he kept failing, his breathing turning shallow with each desperate attempt.

He hadn’t plann
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