**TITLE: The Unseen Kingdom That Followed Me Into Every Dream by Alyndra Meron Valeen**
Flint loomed over me, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallowed my own. The harsh lines of his face twisted into a menacing curl, a stark reminder of the violence that simmered beneath his skin. “Don’t struggle,” he warned, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll do my best to make this less unpleasant for you.”
This was no ordinary adversary; Flint was the largest foe I had ever encountered, a titan of a man whose very presence threatened to crush my spirit. I couldn’t discern whether he sought to instill fear in me or to relish in my humiliation. With a single, effortless blow, he could have sent me sprawling to the ground, yet he chose to draw it out, relishing the moment like a cat playing with its prey.
He wanted to torment me, to drag out my suffering for his own twisted amusement.
“Stop! Stop, you don’t know what you’re doing!” Baron shouted, his voice strained as he struggled to lift his head from the cold, unforgiving floor. Blood trickled from his lips, a stark contrast to his pale skin. “He’s not just any man! His real identity is—”
But before he could finish, a voice sliced through the tension like a knife. “Not so fast, Mr. Steele! I want to watch you squash him like a fucking bug!”
Terry emerged from the car, his head wrapped in a bandage that only partially concealed the injuries he had sustained. His eyes sparkled with a malevolent glee, as if he had forgotten all about his own pain. The smile that spread across his face was dangerous, a predator’s grin that sent a chill down my spine.
Flint, already intent on humiliating me, seemed to draw strength from Terry’s eager anticipation. “Understood. Enjoy the show. I’ll avenge you,” he replied, his voice dripping with a cruel satisfaction.
Terry’s grin widened, his smugness palpable. “So your reckoning comes today after all! Weren’t you supposed to be some badass? What happened to all that now, Hero? You thought you could play the hero with just that, huh? Huh?!”
With a sudden, contemptuous motion, he spat at me, but I managed to sidestep just in time, the warm saliva missing me by inches.
“You’re not supposed to dodge that! Get back here and lick it clean. Maybe I’ll let you off the hook… or I’ll order Mr. Steele to finish you. Either way, you’ll end up dead or permanently crippled!”

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