An excerpt from ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏss on Ao3 & WattPad
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ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :: 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖽𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍
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"The captive is all settled in and secure? Okay, good. Keep him cozy and let him stew for a while. I want to take a little bit to wind down from the firefight and speak to Kitten about what's going to happen down there." There was a pause, and you watched Yoongi anxiously as he frowned into his phone. "What d'you mean? Yes, she's coming too, so no blood." He flicked a glance your way. "Yet. Just get him settled and go get some food with the rest of the Boys, I'll text you when we're ready." The Boss pressed end on the call and slipped his phone into the back pocket of his pants, turning to face you.
You were back in Yoongi's study, running your fingers over the elegant curves of the Grand Piano while he stood in front of his desk, lean hip leaning against its edge. Yoongi studied you for a moment, as if taking your measure before he addressed you.
"Okay, love. Listen up," he said, and you immediately began to pay a bit closer attention, shoving all other thoughts from your mind. He rarely called you anything besides 'kitten', so you knew whatever he was about to discuss with you was fairly serious. You disregarded the affectionate nickname he used, pretending it didn't make butterflies flutter happily in your tummy as you focused on his eyes. "Before we head down to speak with our guest, I need to tell you a few things. And I need you to listen really well, okay?"
You swallowed nervously but nodded. After he saved your life, you figured Suga pretty much had a damned good reason behind everything he asked of you. You had never been party to an interrogation before, but you had a sinking feeling that the mafia didn't give a flying fuck about pointless things like ethics or the silly Geneva Convention. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as Suga began to speak.
"No matter what, we must find out why the Hoodlums are after you. You and I think that it's because of the information you uncovered during your investigation, but we could be entirely wrong." He ran a hand through his silver locks, and the gentle light from the lamp on his desk glinted off of the metal of the multiple earrings studding his ear. "So we need to hear it from him, in his own words, and not give him any ideas."
"So, regardless of what...techniques we may have to apply to get him to talk, you mustn't ever flinch, gasp, or otherwise react. Doing so will show him a weakness he can exploit -- namely your empathy -- against not only you, but me and JK." Yoongi tongued the inside of his cheek, picking his words carefully for a moment. "If Kookie is worried about you, he can't work. And if he can't work, then we can't get answers. Okay?" You nodded, a slight frown on your face.
Suga held back a smile at the intensity of your expression. To your shock, he stepped forward and grabbed your face with both of his hands. He lifted your chin with his thumbs and bent forward, pressing his lips to your own for a few wonderful seconds. Pulling away, he stroked your cheek with the pads of his fingers.
"Not to mention, if I'm worried about you, I won't be able to focus on the captive. And if I can't concentrate, we won't get answers." He licked his lips and smirked down at you, your taste still on his mouth. He wanted more. Yoongi slipped his hand into your hair and tangled his fingers in your locks, gently pulling your head to the side. More, I need more of her... With you so close, and no one else around, the Boss figured the Boys wouldn't mind having some extra downtime to eat and wind down from earlier. Let the captive sweat a bit in the meantime.
Suga tucked his chin, pressing his slightly chapped lips to the side of your throat. A low whimper escaped you, and you heard the mafioso inhale sharply before he opened his mouth. His teeth raked across the delicate flesh at the curve of your neck, and you reached out, sliding your hands around the back of the man's neck. After the shootout earlier, your adrenaline was still sky-high, and you felt more...alive than you ever had before.
"Suga, please," you said, your voice barely a whisper and filled with need. A low growl rumbled in the mobster's chest, and he bit down. Hard. You gasped at the pain, fingernails digging into the man's shoulder blades. Yoongi sucked hungrily, greedily at your neck, and you knew without even having to look that when he pulled away, there would be an angry purple hickey where his mouth left you.
Suga's free hand slipped down your throat, over your collarbones and down to the top button of your shirt. With long, practiced fingers, he unbuttoned the first, then second, and on down until your blouse was hanging off of your shoulders. Your breath came faster as Yoongi pulled away from your neck, leaving a throbbing dull ache behind. His hand tightened in your hair and yanked back and down, forcing your chin up as he captured your mouth with his own, and his tongue compelling your lips to part.
You couldn't help the moan rising from your throat as his hot tongue raked against your own, swirling and claiming your mouth for himself. You threaded your fingers through the long hair at the back of Yoongi's head, pulling him tighter against you as your breaths came harder and shallower.
The mobster's fingers slipped under your half-open shirt and the edge of the black bra you'd donned earlier in the day, and when his fingertips brushed over your nipple, you gasped audibly into Yoongi's mouth. Unbidden, your back arched, pressing your breast into his hand, and Suga trapped your lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently before he pulled back. Breathing heavily, he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, and even behind those brilliant gold contacts, the absolute need in his eyes was apparent.
"Fuck, Kitten," he said, voice hoarse, deep. "I want to fuck you so bad, feel that sweet, wet little pussy clenched around my thick cock." His words made you groan, your eyes fluttering closed as you bowed your head in an attempt to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks. His words were always so dirty, so debase when he was horny like this, you were beginning to notice. And damn if it didn't turn you on even more. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled your head up, a smirk playing on his lips as he ran his thumb back and forth over your nipple: light, teasing. "Look at me, sweet girl. I want to see your expression."
You swallowed and did as you were told, breaths shallow and fast as you met his eyes. "O-Okay," you said, feeling your stomach flip as his gaze bored deep into your eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly between the pads of his fingers, making you writhe against him. He watched, captivated, as your cheeks colored under his intense gaze. Studied the way your body reacted as he slowly ratcheted up the pressure on your nipple.
You shuddered in his arms, panting, feeling your panties growing quickly more damp by the second. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra expertly with one hand, and he finished unbuttoning your shirt and setting it down on the piano's lid. With deliberate tenderness, he pushed the straps of your bra from each shoulder; first the left, then your right, and when your breasts were bared entirely, he laid your bra neatly on top of your shirt.
Suga smirked and tucked his chin, bending down to whisper into your ear. "I want you to do something for me, Kitten, okay?" Not trusting your voice, you nodded, drawing your hands up to the man's broad shoulders. "I want you to call me 'Sir' whenever I touch you like this, alright? Anytime I make out with you, grab your ass, play with these beautiful tits, or feel how wet your little cunt is for me, you're to address me as Sir, bit it's alright if occasionally Suga slips out here and there. Do you understand, Kitten?"
He punctuated his question by pinching down on both of your nipples so hard it burned, sending a wave of both heat and pleasure straight to your crotch. A low moan fell from your lips and you shifted your hips, leaning your ass against the piano behind you. You'd call him whatever the hell he wanted if he kept doing this to you, continued making you feel this way. Voice shaking from barely suppressed desire, you let out a quiet and sultry, "Yes, Sir." The moment the words left your mouth, it was like Suga became someone else.
His hand snapped from your hair to your throat and he crushed his lips to yours, invading your mouth with his tongue, kissing you ravenously. The hand on your breast reached up and circled your wrist, drawing your left hand from his shoulder. Yoongi stepped forward one long stride, pushing you firmly against the curved edge of the Grand Piano, and he pinned your hand against its top, pulling back from your lips and leaving your head swimming. He smirked down at you, running his tongue over his lower lip.
The Boss' hand closed tightly around your neck as he slid his leg between your own, parting them to press his knee tightly against your core. He bent down, trailing hot kisses against your clavicle, teeth scraping across the thin flesh over your collarbone. A shuddering moan was drawn from your throat as Yoongi's chapped lips worked their way down your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled the tight bud as he exhaled a hot breath over your breast, and your fingers curled, digging your nails sharply into his shoulder.
The bite of your nails drew a low growl from the mafioso, and you could feel the vibration against your breast. Panting, you couldn't string together a coherent thought as Suga pressed his knee up snugly against the heat of your core, and the man smirked around your nipple. He could feel how wet you were even through the multiple layers of your panties, leggings, and the thick fabric of his skinny jeans.
"So good for me, aren't you, sweetheart?" he asked, lifting his head from your chest to look down at you. You looked like a fucking wreck, and he absolutely drank in the sight of you. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, pupils blown with lust, want, need...all for him. His hand around your neck loosened, fingers gently trailing across the line of your jaw, up over the curve of your ear, across your cheek and down to your lips, swollen from his nips and kisses.
Fuck. You made him feel like no one else ever had before. He didn't just want you, Yoongi fucking craved you, more than he had ever experienced. He tongued the inside of his cheek, sliding his fore and middle fingers into your mouth. "Look at me, Kitten." You lifted your eyes and met the pressure of his gaze, chest rising and falling rapidly. "That's right, baby, look at Daddy while he borrows this pretty little mouth of yours, okay?"
His fingers slipped farther back, pressing down on your tongue as they slid towards the back of your throat. Suga ground his knee up into your crotch, rocking it slowly, so slowly, forward and backward as he pushed his fingers into your throat. You held his gaze as you writhed against his knee, suppressing the urge to gag as his digits neared the back of your tongue.
A low whine escaped you as the Boss hooked the fingers of his free hand under the top of your leggings, jerking down first one side, then the other, baring your lace-fringed black panties to his hungry eyes. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He smirked down at you, tongue wetting his lips as he lowered his knee to pull your leggings down your thighs one-handed, forcing his fingers down your throat and making you gag.
Tears stung the corners of your eyes as you sucked in a breath through your nose, not daring to look away from Suga's eyes. His praise made you want to continue to obey his requests; you could tell that his words weren't empty and that he was truly pleased with you every time he told you what a good girl you were. When your leggings were around your knees, the mafioso drew his fingers from out of your mouth, leaning in to kiss you tenderly.
"You're doing so well, Kitten," he murmured against your lips as he slid his hand down to your waist, kneading the hollow of your hip firmly with his thumb. You exhaled a low moan, your fingers on his shoulder shaking as Yoongi's hand drew lower, gliding between your thighs and pulling your panties to the side.
You inhaled sharply as Suga spread your lower lips with the fingers that had been in your mouth a few moments ago, mixing your saliva with the slick wetness of your core. Your head swam as he slowly pressed his fingers up into you, and as your pussy eagerly accepted his digits, both of you groaned audibly. The man's long, thin fingers pushed up into you so slowly that you arched your back, trying to press down against his hand. "No, no," he chuckled, gripping your hip tightly with his free hand and holding you immobile against the piano. "I control the pace, silly girl."
Yoongi leaned forward, the fabric of his jacket cool against the bare skin of your chest and stomach. He leisurely began withdrawing his fingers from your pussy, and as you felt them nearly leave you, you truly couldn't help the low little whine that rose from your throat. The Boss looked down at your face, at the pure, unadulterated need you held for him, and it made his cock throb. Again, he pushed slowly up into you with his digits, his thumb coming to rest just over your clit, teasing you with the heat of its nearness. "How do my fingers feel inside of you, my sweet little Kitten?" The mafioso kissed behind your ear as he spoke, whispering against your skin.
"S-So good," you said, barely able to string together a thought, let alone a full sentence. "Better than anything I've felt before, Sir," you breathed against his collarbone. You felt his chest rumble as he let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, and you felt the world tilt abruptly around you. Yoongi had scooped you up with one arm under your ass, lifting you and dropping you gently on top of his piano. The backs of your knees were against the curved edge of the instrument, and somehow through it all, Yoongi's fingers were still inside of you.
But he slipped them out, earning a disappointed whine from you that made him chuckle. The Boss hooked his foot around the leg of the piano bench and dragged it over towards him, kneeling on it with both knees as he began to slide your panties down over your hips. Your lower lip trapped between your teeth, you arched your back to lift your ass, helping him remove them. "Thank you, Kitten. You're being such an amazing girl for me tonight," he said as he unzipped your ankle boots, sliding them off of your feet and letting them fall to the floor with dual little thumps. "The best I've ever seen, in fact." His praise made you positively glow as Yoongi whisked both your panties and pants from your legs, tossing them on top of your shirt and bra on the piano's lid.
Yoongi took a moment to pause and look down at you, laying on your back on top of his most treasured possession, your hair fanning beautifully around your head and cascading down your shoulders and breasts. His eyes traced your form; every plane and angle and curve of your body, his tongue resting on his lower lip while he drank you in. The way you looked up at him with palpable desire, how your bangs fell across your cheek, the way your belly shone with a light sheen of sweat, your pulse throbbing in the delicate line of your throat. He took a long look, a long moment to take you in. All of you, he committed to memory.
"God, you're beautiful." He blinked, as if he were almost surprised he'd said it aloud. But when you smiled shyly, sweetly up at him, he beamed down at you with his gummy smile. The look he gave you made your chest swell, his words going straight to your heart as tears kissed the corners of your eyes.
How can he be the most feared man in the Three Cities and be so tender and kind at the same time?
It was such a stark contrast that it was almost baffling. The same hands that had just a half-hour earlier held a gun now caressed your ribs and traveled over the swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist. You let out a soft sigh as he traced your lithe form with both hands, lifting up to his feet from the piano bench, leaning over you so he could trap your lips with his own.
Your lips parted eagerly for his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his breaths coming harder as he claimed your mouth, hands gripping your waist tightly. With a small grunt, Yoongi lifted you up and pulled you down the lid of the piano towards him, earning a yip of surprise from you. He chuckled and raised his hand to loosen the tie at his throat, pulling it over his head and tossing it beside you on the piano.
Yoongi shrugged out of his suit jacket and unbuckled his shoulder holster, pulling out his pistol and setting it on the keys of the piano before letting his holster fall to the floor behind him. You sat up and began working at the buttons on his shirt while the mafioso unclasped his belt and slid it from the loops in his pants, tossing it up onto the piano lid when it was free. You got the final button undone and pushed his shirt from his broad shoulders, baring his torso. What you saw made you inhale sharply.
Scars crossed and dotted his pale skin; obvious marks of knives and even bullet holes marring his beautiful flesh. With shaking fingers, you reached out and traced each one, licking your lips as he sat still under your touch. You pressed light kisses down a long, jagged scar that crawled and curved from his lower ribs all the way down to his hip bone. "Wrong end of a knife," he said with a slow exhale, his eyes fluttering closed as your warm mouth settled into the hollow of his hip. "Thankfully Jin was able to sew me back together pretty well." Suga's fingers threaded through your hair as you pulled back and smiled sadly up at him.
"I'm glad he did, Suga," you said. The Boss grinned down at you, brushing a few strands of hair back off your face before he splayed his hand across your chest, pushing you back down onto the piano. He pressed his lips to the curve of your jaw, down your neck and over the hickey he had left, pushing your thighs apart with his hands as he came down between your legs. As his weight settled on top of you, you inhaled sharply and slid your hands around to his shoulder blades; you could feel his cock straining against his pants, pressing against your wet core.
Yoongi's lips closed around your nipple, trapping it between his teeth while he rolled the opposite one between his thumb and middle finger, drawing a heady moan from your throat at the sensation. Your pussy clenched as he sucked on the tight rosebud, kneading your other breast with his hand and flicking his thumb across your nipple.
Your breaths came hard as Suga lifted up to lean on his elbow, licking your other nipple with a long, slow swipe of his tongue. "F-Fuck, that feels so good, Sir," you breathed, voice shaking. At your words, the mafioso's eyes flashed and he slid off of the piano's top, dropping to his knees on the piano bench and grabbing you behind the backs of your knees. With a startled yelp, he jerked you down towards him so your ass rested right on the edge of the instrument, and he smirked down at you.
Rising to his feet, Suga grabbed the tie he had discarded a few minutes ago and looped it around both of your wrists, cinching the slipknot down tightly against your skin. Yoongi slipped two digits between your wrist and the fabric of the tie, checking to ensure it wasn't going to cut off circulation or be uncomfortably tight. He stood, leaning over you as he drew your arms above your head and looping the tongue of his tie around the hinge that raised and lowered the piano's lid. With a couple of quick and deft motions, Yoongi knotted it around the mechanism and gave the tie a few tugs, nodding to himself in satisfaction. It would hold. And you were now entirely at his mercy.
You licked your lips nervously as Suga once more sat on the piano bench, smirking up at you as you tried to sit up. The tie looped around your wrists kept your arms above your head; you were able to rise halfway up, but unless you scooted back into the middle of the piano, you couldn't move very much. Feeling your heart begin to race, you glanced from Suga's knowing little smirk to your hands up above your head and back. "Such a good girl, displayed so prettily for me, aren't you?" He purred, eyes holding your gaze. You swallowed and nervously shifted your weight; you weren't sure about this turn of events.
"S-Sir?" You questioned. But before you could say anything else, the mobster slipped his hands between your legs, gently pushing them apart to press a hot kiss to the inside of your thigh. His hair tickled the sensitive skin between your legs, and your hands balled into fists as he gently nipped his way up your thigh, first on your right leg, then the left. You gasped as Suga's lips parted, sucking gently on the inside of your thigh, not three inches from your core. A throaty little mewl fell from your lips and you draped your forearm over your mouth, biting down to muffle yourself.
"Oh, no, no, sweet girl," Suga said, chuckling as he reached up and pushed your arm off of your mouth, replacing it with his lips in a hot, hungry kiss. He pulled back, just far back enough to gaze down at you, and you felt butterflies take wing in your stomach at the look in his eyes. He pitched his voice lower, a rasping, sensual whisper. "I need to hear every single sound that I'm going to cause you to make, Kitten."
A barely-audible whimper rose from your throat as the Boss lowered himself back onto the piano bench, and without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside of you. You inhaled sharply and tipped your head back, eyes closing as Yoongi slowly began to fuck you with his fingers. You could feel his gaze on your face, and it made you blush, but your embarrassment was quickly forgotten as the Boss buried his fingers to the knuckle inside of you, curling his fingertips up to press against that soft bundle of nerves deep inside of you.
A shudder wracked your body as you gasped at the sensation; heat and pleasure and need all rushed through you in a thunderous wave. "F-Fuck," you groaned, and Suga rewarded you by drawing his fingers nearly all the way out and doing it all over again. His hair tickled the insides of your thighs as he leaned forward, and you felt a hot breath against your core as he let out a long exhale.
"Suga, please, please," you said, not even sure what you were asking for. But apparently, he did. He withdrew his fingers and licked a long, slow swipe up with the flat of his tongue, from the tight bud of your ass, up your slit, and over your clit. Your legs shook at the sensation, and your breaths came hard and fast as Yoongi slid his fingers back inside of you, circling your clit with his tongue.
Your back arched, pressing yourself against his tongue and fingers, and Yoongi lapped over your clit steadily at first, pumping his fingers up into you as his tongue began to flicker faster over you. You panted, breathy moans falling from your lips as Suga's tongue worked against your clit, circling, flicking, and applying delicious pressure and friction as he fingered you. You were literally dripping wet, and he lapped you up eagerly, groaning at the taste of you; you could feel the vibration of it against you and you saw stars behind your eyelids. Your nails dug deeply into your palms and your legs began to shake as pressure and heat and tension built in you.
"Suga, I can't--" Your breaths came quicker, shorter, higher, and the Boss somehow quickened his tempo. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Suga, please," you panted between breaths, and you let out a ragged moan as your toes curled, your entire body as tense as a harp string. Yoongi's fingers thrust deep inside of you, curling, and his tongue pressed down hard during each fast, firm touch of your clit.
Stars exploded behind your eyes as the harp string inside of you snapped, wave after wave after wave of heat and euphoria and pleasure crashing through and over and into and out of you. A cry was torn from your lips and Yoongi's fingers fucked you through your orgasm, his tongue pressed against your clit but completely still to keep from overstimulating you. Tears streaked down your cheeks as your legs shook, your heart thundered and pleasure rang every fucking nerve in your body. You let out a low groan as Yoongi withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before he lapped up the result of your pleasure. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, pulse pounding in your ears and head tipped back, drinking in oxygen.
Suga rose from the piano bench and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth before sliding up onto the piano lid beside you, leaning over your still entirely-limp and unmoving form to gently release the slipknot from around your wrists. Your hands free, you turned over onto your side, curling tightly around the mafioso as shivers still coursed through your body. You felt a hand comb through your hair and Yoongi bent down, kissing the corner of your mouth.
"You did so well, Kitten, you were absolutely perfect," he breathed. "Such a good girl for me, weren't you?" You felt the back of his knuckle swipe away the tears on your cheeks, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your eye. He laid his suit jacket gently over your shoulders, smiling down at you as you looked up at him, fucked out. He chuckled softly at your expression, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. "I'm so proud of you, Kitten."
He sat on the piano lid and drew your head onto his lap, running his fingers through your hair as you slowly came back to yourself. After several quiet, comfortable minutes, you rubbed your eyes and sat up, blinking at Suga as you met his eyes. "Fuck," you said. That was, undoubtedly, the most intense thing you had ever experienced. "You are very talented with that tongue, aren't you?" Yoongi smirked at you and pressed his lips to yours, aforementioned tongue sliding against yours and tracing its curve before the man pulled back, tasting of both him and you. Suga quirked a small, lopsided smile and raised an eyebrow.
"Our little secret, Kitten," he replied. You licked your lips and dropped your hand to press your palm against the shadow of his hard cock straining against the inside of his skinny jeans. You wanted to finally touch him, taste him, and feel him. Suga let out a low groan at your touch and his head tilted back as you traced the outline of his need. You moved to unbutton his pants, but with a slight growl, Yoongi wrapped his fingers around your wrist. "Fuck. We should probably get back to the Boys," he sighed. You let out a little whine of protest.
"Fuck." He snarled, voice hoarse, and snapped his hand around your throat as you contoured your naked form against his torso. "You're a dangerous little thing, aren't you?" He ran a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to go on when his phone began to ring. Yoongi let out a long string of curses as he flicked the answer icon. "What?" He snapped, then listened for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah, alright, fine. Meet you downstairs." He ended the call and shook his head regretfully at your hopeful look. "Sorry, love. We'll have to wait til this shit's done with to continue playing," he sighed.
"Damn. Figures," you said, echoing his sigh. You let out a frustrated little groan. "Suga, you're killing me with this teasing shit." The Bangtan's Boss slid off of the piano lid and you passed him his suit jacket and tie as he grabbed his shirt and holster from the floor. You began getting dressed as well, and when you glanced at him, you saw a sly little smile on his face. The hell is that for?
Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi knew that now he had you right where he wanted you. Despite his blue balls at the moment, he was glad he had decided to take a bit of a breather before going downstairs to question the captive. With each physical encounter the two of you had, he'd purposefully been holding back, using only his hands and mouth to get you off and not allowing you to touch him. Soon, he would have you so entangled with need for him that you wouldn't be able to think straight.
A small smile curved his lips as he got dressed, playing back the way you had looked while he was eating you out. Suga paused as he went to holster his gun, shocked at the thought that had just assaulted him. God, I could see her look like that every day of my life and it would still never be enough. The Boss ran his tongue over his lower lip, the taste of you still on his mouth. He smiled as he shrugged into his suit jacket, and seeing you were dressed once more, held out his hand to help you to your feet.
"Thank you, Suga," you said, taking his hand and smiled a little shyly up at him.
"Of course," he said and nodded, running his hands through his hair. He allowed the persona of 'Boss' settle back onto his shoulders as he breathed in and let it out. "We need to finish going over the rules about what's going to happen downstairs. I'll tell you really quick, Kitten." Yoongi strode over to his desk and leaned his hip against it, waving you to sit. You did so and prepared yourself for the interrogation that was to come, and -- though you didn't know it yet -- the beginning of one of the worst realizations of your entire life.
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