Captive by Emma Slate

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Where am I? Who am I? Here, I have no name. I am one of many. No one special. And yet— He wants to chain me. Enslave me. Break me. He may be the king, but I am no pawn. He may be the master, but I am no slave. I bow to no one. Least of all to the man who made me his captive. I’ll show him.

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