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Twenty Four
She is trapped in there with him and with no way to escape. His rough hands are roaming all over her body. She can not let him rape her! Yet, if she fights him, she would be costing her love his life. That is not something that she could ever live with.
“You really are exquisite.” He murmurs, running the back of his knuckles down the side of her neck.
She just sat there, staring at the wall over his shoulder, trying to distract herelf from the icky sensation of his touch on her skin. But he roughly presses his his knuckle into the pulse at the base of her neck, his fingers digging in and making her
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