The Untamed Alpha King and His Reluctant Pawn

Hic!~

I promised myself to endure, I promised myself to be the better person and it would all pass away, I promised myself not to cry... yet here I am, head to knee, crunched up as I rocked back and forth with puffy red eyes unable to stop my running nose as tears poured without restraint.

I've been good, father, I swear! I hadn't caused any trouble. I've been quiet... like a good girl. I listened to all you said. Why... why do you still do this to me? Had I done anything wrong?

Teachers... classmates... I've been a good student too. Did I miss a step to get punished so harshly?

"Arrrrrgh!"

It hurts!

These thoughts ran endless, the ache down there in my elementary school skirt throbbed without rest as it voiced its own grievances.

I don't think I can take any more punishment there anymore. No more... please...

The sound of footsteps was fast approaching. It couldn't be... they couldn't have found me so soon. Will I get punished for running away? Oh, you stupid Isadora, why did you leave they will definitely punish me more!

I don't have anymore chocolates and my food ran out. I will be punished... Oh no, I will be punished!!!

I need to go... move right now... away from sight.

"Ahh!" A suppressed wince escaped from my mouth.

I couldn't move, it hurt too much down there. My sitting position must cause this... they will catch up... I'd get beaten again... no... no...

"Hey, little girl!"

A grumpy voice reached my ears... a voice I would never forget.

I remained still unable to look up. They caught up?

"How did you find my hideout?" The boy, I assume, huffed.

No one's hitting me yet? Why... oh no do they intend to do it later... has my punishments gotten greater... has...

"Hnngh!" I screamed in pain as my head was forced up from the comfort of my knees, the breeze kissed my face.

"Are you deaf or something? When I'm talking to you, you speak!"

It wasn't my classmate, or teachers or father... it was a senior. Have I offended a senior? It seems that I'm a bully magnet.

"Wahhhh....wahhh..." Tears rained down faster than string beads.

"Shit! Don't get snot over me." He let go immediately looking very repulsed.

"Hic... wahhhh...."

Panic rose to the boy's face, "Calm down! Calm down!! Stop being so loud! Do you want to reveal my hiding spot??? It's already hard enough to escape from training." he spoke through gritted teeth.

Calm down? He... he wasn't going to hit me? I calmed immediately with a few hitched breaths.

The boy stayed in a squat not looking too pleased. He kept an eye on me and the other at the exit, cautious of something. I soon realized... he was escaping from something... just like me.

My eyes cleared a little and I recognised him immediately. He was Vincent... the school's naughtiest kid. He is always used as an epitome of a bad example. The worst of the worse.

"Vincent!"

I shuddered as a sharp tone pierced my ear drums.

"Vincent! Come out now. There is no time to play such games. We have lots of work to do!" The commanding tone insisted.

"Ha... haha haha. What a speech! Do I look like a fool or something." Vincent mouthed.

He isn't being a good boy.. but he can afford to laugh? How strange.

"Why are you staring at me like that, weirdo?" He taunted with a smirk.

Overwhelmed, I ended up blurting out.

"You... Why are you so happy? It doesn't make sense. You didn't listen to anyone and you are too glad. How... how do you do that?"

I clasped my hands over my mouth. I spoke without permission... trouble... trouble

He stopped smiling and focused on me. His gaze on mine.

Vincent steeped into his thoughts. Seeing how she is shaking like a leaf she must have had an episode again... recently to be precise. This little girl is quite known for her mysterious behavior. It's rumored that she is mad and overly timid. Not like I indulge myself in filthy rumors anyway... witnessing this firsthand, It seems to be true. What happened this time?

This position lasted for a moment before he spoke.

"You... I know you. The big crybaby from class X. Should have known."

"That..that doesn't answer my question." I squeaked, "How are you so happy? You are not a good person? How..."

He had some good advice for her. She is too irritating!

"Who are you or anyone to define what's good and evil!" He yelled impatiently, "Listen carefully and don't talk to me after I say this. You sound so irritating."

Hah~ "You idiot. I can tell from a glance what the kind of virtuous life you adopt. Not working so well is it?"

I shivered eye-wide. What's wrong with my behavior? Isn't it perfect... Did I sin? Did I do any wrong? Is he mad

"It's me first.... a family motto. Be selfish, you should always come first in everything and situation otherwise risk forfeiting you own part of the fun." His voice got considerably lowerwith much more emotion in his eyes,"At least that is how I was taught."

He suddenly grinned, makingme question if the sentence he made previously was her imagination,"It's you or them... always choose you. You must understand that... ight...you... just.. Don't ... faint... on... me! "

I barely heard his next words as in a moment my body used the ground for support as I felt consciousness slip away. However there was one thing I grasped at that moment.. be selfish, always come first.

The opposite of all that I know....the careless words of a 7th grader.

Little did he know it became my lifelong motto.

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Screams. The irritating yelps of pain filled the surrounding area of the torture chamber room. Blood spluttered in various directions.

How messy.

These filthy jobs are usually executed by my underlings but this was special. I was sending off a member of my family to the cold embrace of death.

"Why?"

The anger that took over my body was indescribable. He betrayed me. Me. The. King. The person who owned his life.

Nobody betrayed me and got away with it. I trusted all my men. They were my family, but when one of my own betrayed me, they paid the ultimate price. Death.

A long torturous death.

"Why?"

The man tied to the iron chair choked on his own blood as his body shook in fear. He refused to answer.

"Why did you betray me... the famiglia?!" I roared like a wounded lion and forced out the pliers clamped to his teeth.

"Gah...Arrrh... Ahhhh!!!!" He screamed in pain but the complacent smirk on his face did not wipe off. Neither did the utter terror which possessed his body diminish as he realised his bleak fate.

"Wu-why I spied?... haha... ha...You..." His words slurred , struggling to talk,"You aren't Worthy to be Don, Viktor is more formida...."

Bang Bang Bang

Three hot bullets struck through his head blowing his brains out. The head stood still for a few seconds before drooping down on its chin, fresh blood dripping on the ground.

Another one, gone.

"Clean this up." I commanded leaving the scene.

As I stepped into the dark hallway, the air around was stale and unpleasant as always. Send offs always ended up like this, I have lost a reliable ally this time. Purging the Famiglia is a difficult but necessary thing to do. All who betray me go through the same fate.

But how much more would Viktor sacrifice to infiltrate my domain?

I see my second in command, Mateo, standing in front of my chamber's doors. He knows not to go in when I'm not around.

"I'm back from the assignment, boss." Mateo saluted, dropping his gaze low in my presence.

I got into the room and he followed closely. I got behind my desk and sat; ready to receive his reports.

"Look at me and speak, Mateo!" I command him to confirm my suspicions.

His teeth grinded against each other and his hands were clenched too tightly. His always neural expression had disappeared, he bore bad news.

"I investigated TS Father's case in relation to his men and domains; and found high level underground information about him..."

My hands squeezed until a fountain pen broke it in two. I hated that name!

"He has a daughter."

Boom---- Boom----

Blood pulsed rapidly in my ears.

Daughter? The old bastard has a daughter!.

"This is all I've gathered about her." Mateo handed over a detailed fine.

"Ha... haha .... hahaha" I laughed as pain plagued my throat, "This has to be a joke."

Isadora Flavia Pedro

Manipulative, unrepentant, slippery, seductress, trickster, perjurer,...

Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.

Oh! Lance... everything you have done is flawless. How did you let this one loose? This daughter... this abomination!

Oh Mateo! Now I understand what it took to carry this news. It must have taken a lot of him to keep his composure in front of me.

I looked at the dark ink in my hands; all over the place... not like I'm faring well either.

"Find her and get her here! No matter what it takes!"

EXTRACT

"What are you doing..??!"

He cut her off with the coldest gaze, in his scrutiny she didn't dare move an inch. It was as though all of her muscles suddenly failed and her body dared not rebel against him.

Before she knew it, he had clasped a collar choker tightly around her neck. His eyes pierced through hers as he spoke in a deep baritone voice.

You are mine now. Don't think of escaping.

Isadora froze, something about this man's gaze shook her to the core still she couldn't tear away from it, she didn't dare to.

"Lock her up." He gave his last commands and turned to leave.

Isadora's eyes bared open as she took in a short sharp breath. She had accidentally knocked herself out... by hitting her head on the wall to avoid being forcefully fed spoils of unknown origins.

Heavy chains hung her wrists above her head, arms stretched to the side weighed over her dirty body spotted with dried blood. The cold hard floor made the entirety of her lower body ache, being in the W-sitting position for so long.

She mapped out her surroundings in foreign darkness, looking relieved to be devoid of company at the moment.

Isadora has been kept captive in this room for days now... about two weeks, if her Intuition was correct. Only checked on once a day to be fed.

No matter how she screamed, cursed, or struggled for a release, she never got a single word from her ever-changing attendants, only looks engulfed with disgust and hate... a lot of it. As though only a thin thread stopped her visitors from snapping her neck as soon as they set eyes on her.

She wasn't surprised by this. There were many reasons a woman like herself would be kidnapped... reasons she had tried so hard to disassociate from COMPLETELY but from her present situation it was evident her methods had not worked.

Who had ordered her kidnap? The man who had cut her off with the coldest gaze whilst she resisted in the very moment of being caught, chained, and placed on an animal metal choker, clung tightly to her neck. His eyes piercing through hers as he spoke in a deep baritone voice.

You are mine now. Don't think of escaping.

Remembering that scene made a shiver run down Isadora's spine. The same thoughts spiraled in her mind for the thousandth time.

Who was he? What did she have to do with him? She had been kept in this dark ruin for many days, just what was he preparing to do with her?

She was at the brink of going feral crazy being treated as such for some unknown reason. Besides being kept in dark solitude for days, ignored when she spoke, and being feed and injected some substances from time to time, there was no torture, interrogations, reciprocated dialogue... NOTHING.

Unfortunately, she did not have much time to ruminate over these thoughts. From a distance, she could faintly hear heavy steps approaching, growing louder by the moment. Soon, it came to a stop and the sound of opening metal bars took over.

Unwilling to go through the process of being fed again, Isadora feigned unconsciousness. Hopefully whoever was coming in would see her state and go back to the pits of hell they had come from.

One second bled onto a minute and there had been no movements, the area was pin-drop silent, her own breaths being an anomaly in its midst.

She peeked subtly.

Although Isadora couldn't see clearly in the dark room, she could feel a stifling presence with her. It felt so incompatible that it made her skin crawl in terror. She had experienced this feeling once before. It was him!

The tall figure approached her, each step awakening an uneasy feeling in Isadora. It stopped right in front of her pathetic state, and the room resumed silence once more. One second, three passed and nothing happened.

Daring to be a bit relieved, Isadora felt a sharp pain transcend through her mouth cavity and down her neck forcing her eyes open from the ache. The bastard had grabbed her roughly by the chin.

"There is no need to pretend to be unconscious. I had seen you awake already. Besides that, your acting is terrible" He groaned.

He nudged his head to his side letting a small hidden camera leak into Isadora's view.

Isadora cursed inwardly, she had only played herself just now. She struggled her best to keep her eyes on the crimson gaze of her captor, trying her best to imitate a fearless look.

This was a game of confrontation, she must not show weakness.

"Heh" Her new company let out a grunt of displeasure.

He hated this look she had. A look like she had everything under control, a look like everything was playing out how she wanted. A look her father perfected.

He squeezed her jaw tightly in his iron-like arms, "I heard you've been uncooperative. Did you forget the kind of situation you are in?!"

Isadora lets out a toothy grin, her eyes watered from the sides failing to drop, her body trembling with bitterness, "Who are you? What the fuck do you want from me, you bastard?!"

As soon as these words escaped her mouth a current of electricity possessed her body.

It felt like her brains were melting, her limbs were melting, every part of her body stung simultaneously.

"Arggh!" Isadora yelled in pain as her body went limp, owing her straight posture to her assaulter who still held her up firmly by the chin.

"No one who had spoken to me in such a way had seen the light of a new day. You won't be the first." He asserted with darkened eyes, suddenly Isadora shivered as though the room temperature had dropped many degrees.

She tried to speak but her vocal cords had given up at that moment a squeak rolled out pitifully making her skin crawl. She hated being in a helpless position. She hated this person in the room and she hated herself the most for being so weak.

The man did not look satisfied seeing Isadora already this low at the moment, this was not enough. It would never be enough, not now, not in the future, even if she is crushed to dust. But for now, he will make good use of what he's got.

"Be obedient" He growled, a command more than an advice.

He lets go of her and her face instantly meets the cold floor. Unable to have a good view of the man, Isadora's breath quickens in apprehension.

"Flavia Isadora Pedro," He called out, Isadora's body went stiff in reaction.

Flavia... it's been many years since she's been addressed by that name and it was for a good reason. Just who was this man?

He circled round her like a vulture able to see the dead-end of its prey, after much struggle.

"To think that geezer had a carbon copy of a child stashed up somewhere..." His tone rolled off more depreciating than sentimental.

"W-what?" Isadora found herself muttering seconds after barely being able to kneel upright.

A hand gripped the tangly locks of Isadora's head drawing her gaze upward.

"Never fucking interrupt me bitch!"

Isadora unconsciously clamped her mouth shut on his command.

He felt for her trembling face with a finger, unsmiling, "Wanna know what's happening this much? You, Flavia, are going to pay a lifetime debt on your name to the Black Saints. "

Isadora stifled a gasp. The Black Saints were currently the number one, of the three most notorious mafia famiglia empires in all of Italy.

If that was right... she trembles... then does that mean she has crossed paths with Vincent Antonio Fernandez the Mafia boss of the Black Saint Empire.

Dubbed 'The bloodthirsty Don', Vincent, the first son of the Fernandez, had climbed up the ranks of the Mafia underworld overwhelmingly fast in the span of five months. Having a vast amount of territory to himself upon his sudden comeback after being missing for many years. The road to his success was saturated in red and the screams of his victims.

He was a name forbidden to be spoken, a monster never to be encountered and an emotionless killer never to be angered.

A harsh mist of dread crawled up Isadora's back - Fear.

She was afraid of this man.

"Heh, of all of 'them' it had to be you."Isadora soliloquized, used to her rotten luck.

"Funny I'm quite sure my tabs are in check," She croaked, her tone taking a plangent route. "I have no business with the Black Saints. More importantly, I absolutely have no business with the Mafia!"

"Daughter of Lance Martinez Pedro..."

Isadora flinched on the mention of this name, Vincent noticed. His face whipped up a disturbing smile.

"You have absolutely everything to do with the Mafia, Flavia and your sins runneth over the heavens."

Her jaw tightened but she managed to force words out of it, repeating the same question but this time with less vigor, "What do you want from me?"

"The Boss of the Red Crescent died... much to my dismay" Vincent ran a finger through the sharp side of a small dagger, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

He glanced at the pathetic female on the ground, she held no reaction to his words, after a second the news seemed to have sunk into her.

Isadora's blood-stained lips tilt to form a small smile, "Why should it matter to me if he is dead?"

Vincent grimaced, as expected, like father-like daughter. A daughter who enjoys hearing news about the death of her own father, He had predicted what kind of woman Isadora was.

Deceitful.

"An interesting reaction, I wonder how I, a TS child of his, should take it," Vincent said, his tone had gone dangerously low and his gaze zeroed on her.

Chills.

This was the perfect word to describe what Isadora was feeling right now.

"No!"

She gasped in realization. Her family name, the debt, a TS sibling. They should all be dead, It couldn't be, it should not be like this!...

"No, fuck no!" She cried out, her arms rattling in its chains.

"That has nothing to do with me! I am washed clean from the Mafia!"

"Seeing you like this is a bit pleasing to the eye," Vincent said in all honesty,

He drew the dagger to her cheeks, its silvery shine reflected in her eyes, "Do you now understand your situation?"

Isadora fails to speak.

Slowly he drags the dagger to her neck, applying a bit more pressure, an atom more would surely break through her skin.

"Why are you so quiet, a moment ago weren't you so energized where did all that go?"

"You are a psycho." Isadora managed to whisper.

"Wrong choice of words."

With a swift move, he slits her left cheek at a calculated angle. Blood drips down the open wound staining the immaculate silver weapon. Simultaneously, Vincent' strong arms tore through Isadora's worn-out clothing grabbing onto the left of her large bust.

"Hnnng~" Isadora winces from the sudden move, a new channel of pain courses through her body.

Vincent squeezed harder his dagger scaling through Isadora's collarbone, taking on this act, the entirety of his eyes filled with malice, doused in hatred.

"Please stop..." She squeaks in a hoarse tone, failing to reach the ears of Vincent.

"To repay your debts, you belong to me, your body belongs to me. If I say breath, you breathe, If I say cease breathing you do just that. Fucking eat dog shit and you obey!"

"You're mine, all mine. Mine to use and discard! - Tu sei mio, tutto mio. Il mio da usare e scartare!" Vincent breathed into her ears.

"I'd rather die than be subjected to the Mafia again." Isadora asserted through gnashed teeth.

Vincent slashed the other side of Isadora's face at the same angle. "Foolish people beget foolish desires. Born into the Mafia, die in the Mafia, no one can ever get clean from it. It's a birth essence. It's life force. And you aren't an exception."

He lets go of her boob taking hold of her chin once more, "You are mine. Your life and death are in my hands what makes you think you can die so easily. This is even a worse possibility as opposed to leaving the Mafia."

"Anyways."

Vincent snaked his hands to her neck and grabbed it, lifting her entire body off the floor several inches high.

"If you love to tango with death I shall help with that."

Isadora's face turned pale, her legs kicked in vain, and her arms were caused to rattle in their chains as she choked for air. The merciless glint in Vincent' eyes didn't seem like he was going to stop soon.

He slammed her in full length against the adjacent wall.

Vincent cocked his head to the side, holding a full smile, "Perhaps I should send you and the one in the elderly home on the same path today."

Isadora's eyes widened, this time she looked more pissed than afraid. In seconds a ball of warm spittle landed on Vincent's face, "Don't drag Giana into this. This is between you and I!"

Faced with the expression she wore, Vincent felt the need to scratch her face off. He had released her neck earlier to wipe his face.

"How foolish of you to reveal a weakness impulsively. Now I want her life even more."

"You....!" Isadora found herself screaming.

Giana is Isadora's number 1, the only thing she cares about in the world.

Giana was Isadora's acknowledged mother.

Giana always does her best to protect Isadora.

Giana was a weakness.

Giana loves Isadora.

Giana would stake her life for Isadora.

Giana has met many near-death situations for It Isadora's sake.

Giana was a weakness.

Giana is all Isadora has.

Giana is a good person.

Isadora isn't a good person.

Giana does not deserve a daughter like Isadora.

Giana was a weakness.

Isadora can't afford Giana.

Isadora can't afford having weaknesses.

All weaknesses had to go.

Giana needs to go.

Isadora looked up to this man with a bitter mind, bitter heart, and all five senses had turned sour. She smiled, alas she couldn't do it, "What a pathetic attempt at a threat? Who cares if an old woman dies?"

"I'd be glad to send you off with her once I'm done with you, since that's the case. Don't you think that's a good idea, hmm? That honor you hold so dearly as the daughter of a Pedro shall be shredded." He arched an eyebrow in sardonic inquiry.

Isadora found it difficult breathing, "Let her go. I'm the one you wanted, I won't resist anymore."

"And there is your mistake. You've forgotten that you are in no position to bargain here. Willing or not, I was never asking for your permission."

He took a thoughtful look at her and let out a sick smile, "I'd. Enjoy. Breaking. You. Inside. Out"

Isadora almost screamed in need to take her words back... he didn't mean that... no... no... anything but that

Vincent snapped his fingers and the metal doors opened. Not sparing the occupant another glance he left the room, orders rolled off his tongue immediately.

"Get her ready."

"Yes, Master." A lucid reply came through, from a person Isadora never noticed his presence.

"Bastard!" Isadora yelled, as it dawned on her that she had very well failed in this confrontation.

Just now, what was his goal by fishing up scenarios to rile her up?

Giana! What's going to happen to her?! This wasn't how she pictured this ending up.

"Ugh," Isadora let out an aggrieved sigh. She really hated her name Pedro.

It was a curse she couldn't get rid of. The name of the most powerful mafia empire was a burden she was forced to carry, now, she was solo bearing it all.

Father... the empire...

Bastards! They were all bastards!

Three women walked into the room and a man stood by the door. With rattles and clacks, Isadora was freed from the chains that bound her and she slumped into the arms of another lady, too weak to hold herself up.

Isadora heard a grunt and felt herself being taken up on a shoulder. Unable to keep track from a blank mind, the next thing she could decipher was being kept in a mass of water.

"Hnng~" Isadora winced from the scrubbing done on her body. Although hazy, bit by bit she was becoming more aware of her surroundings.

She vaguely heard a whisper, 'Don't resist and it won't hurt as much'.

After the bath, she was clothed in a white nightdress and left to sit in a room.

Isadora's fingers twitched with anxiety. She did not want this. Whatever was going to happen, she hated it. She should leave...escape! her mind screamed.

Her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. No, she couldn't escape, They found out about Giana. Perhaps he might go easy on her mother, if she was submissive.

At this point, Isadora almost burst out in laughter. Since when was she so generous to care for another's life?

She needed something from Giana. Giana dared not die yet.

The door opens without warning. Vincent walked in with an imposing presence, suddenly it felt as if the air was charged. Isadora could begin to feel her breath waver. Any encounter with this man felt like a walk with the devil.

Isadora's nose twitched. She could smell a good amount of strong alcohol from the incoming presence, he had been drinking and was much less sober than the average person.

Vincent' unbending gaze rested on Isadora for a second. It seemed as if he would suddenly approach and choke her to death.

"Strip." He commanded.

Her body betraying her mind, Isadora stood up and began taking off the nightdress in the robot-like fashion. The clothing fell by her toes leaving her naked body on full display.... she wasn't in any underwear.

Vincent let out a grunt of satisfaction by her obedience.

He motioned his hands to the bed and she followed suit.

Vincent approached Isadora, her face in focus. Soon he was just in front of her. It was then Isadora properly noticed some of his features under the mask.

He had one that wouldn't be easily forgotten, the opposite of his heart, beautiful... and his long dreads flowed freely from the bun it had been in the dungeon.

Even while standing, he was tall, very tall, practically towering over her. Suddenly she felt like a rabbit in front of a hungry wolf, his dominating aura crept up her skin.

Isadora's lips parted open, "How about we talk about this Vincent, I ..."

Before she could finish speaking, her body had landed roughly on the bed from Vincent's push.

"That's master to you." He groaned in disgust. "You and I have nothing to talk about."

"Master... What are you doing?" She spoke through gritted teeth, her voice filled with loath.

Isadora wasn't a virgin and she wasn't oblivious of what a man's body looked and felt like. However, she prayed earnestly it was not what she was thinking about. Even if it was a slim chance she wanted to avoid this at all costs.

Her expression had a contract with deep fear.

"Please don't..."

"On your knees." He commanded, cutting her off. Her voice irritated him, he did not want to hear it.

Once again her mind rebelled but her body obeyed. Isadora had her chest on the sheets and her back in a slope. The end of her body was held up in a kneeling position.

She could hear Vincent shuffle down his trousers to the ground. Isadora closed her eyes in preparation for what was to come but nothing could prepare her for the feeling that had enveloped her.

Pain. Who could be prepared for pain?

"Arggh!" She winced, as her body twisted and trembled against the sheets, in this second, one place of her body was burning the most.

A sense of dread rolled through the pit of her stomach, it was happening again. A long buried memory began forcing its way into her mind once more. It should not be pain she should prepare for, it should be for what's coming and at the moment she had no guard against it.

"Be still" He said, stabling himself into her. Only the tip had entered, she needed to take it all.

He was too big. It would rip if things go on in this pace.

In one hard thrust, he got in. Suddenly she was filled up in a place she never noticed was empty. At this moment, Isadora's soulless eyes became saturated with tears for the first time in years, she let out an excruciating cry.

This didn't make him go any gentler, he thrust into her repeatedly without mercy. Each plunge felt as though she had been set on fire.

"Gah!" She gasped, breathlessly.

Endure it, she warned herself. Being overwhelmed would not help the situation, she needed to pass through this sane, She was Isadora! She needed to be strong!

He got in and out not bothering to angle his movements. He was rough and ate into her like a beast in heat. In all of his he held no expression of pleasure, rather was drunk in rath and loath.

Isadora bit into the sheets--hard! Grinding her teeth, desperate to find a distraction but it was futile. The pains were too hard to ignore. Her body twisted in ways she never knew it could but she never fell out of place, Both her arms had been secured tightly on her back, redeeming her movements useless.

Each thrust sent her mind deeper and deeper into mayhem. She couldn't stop it, the memory broke through.

"Father, it hurts...." Her lips quivered these words, and consciousness received a blackout.

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