Prolouge

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I scramble to gather my clothes, stumbling to the door. His hand grabs me, stopping me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He slams my body into the wall, knocking the breath out of me.

"You're going to pay for trying to escape."

Despite my constant protests, his hands manage to weasel their way back to business like nothing ever stopped it.

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