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On the day she was brought to the mansion, she decided to end her life than let him touch her, but her son was everything to her. She cannot lose her son, her only hope in the dark world.

She slowly gets up off the floor and freshens up, knowing full well that if she was even a second late, he would go into the bathroom. When she left, he was already putting out breakfast. At the sound of the door opening, he turned and looked her over from head to toe.

"Sometimes I feel envious of my clothes, at least they touch you where I could only dream of touching," he said with one of his gentle smiles as if he hadn't raped her and was giving her a compliment.

In addition to keeping her captive, he also controlled her clothes. Aside from her shirt, she was given not hing to wear.

"Come on," he said, raising his hand to her.

Allora looked down at his hand, remembering how the same hand had been covered in blood yesterday. When he saw her looking at his hand instead of taking it, he bristled.

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