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He said one thing the night we met: I break every ballerina I touch. I should've run. Alexander Matarazzo is my director. My tormentor. My obsession. He ties me up, whispers filth that makes my knees weak, and punishes me when I disobey. He's not gentle. He's not safe. But when my Master calls me good girl in that low, dangerous voice... I don't just fall-I kneel.
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