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thrown out into the streets by her foster father who had constantly tried but failed to get between her thighs,

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itter-patter' of water into loud gregarious booms of thunder. She remembered the smell of moist earth and rotting food tossed by the sid

he roaring rain. All night, she'd sat there chanting a silent prayer, wishing for some kind of dues ex Machina- for a savior and then, as if sent by God

n, her lifeline. she'd fallen in love with him, vowed her soul to him. But the thing is... You never really know a man's true nature until he gains total control over you and fo

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