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He grabbed my arm and forced me to face him "Where are you going, Sugar?"

I got out of his arms and began running, like I have never ran before, He chased me, catching up with ease. I felt arms grab my waist and pull me back, sliding his hand through the slit of my dress, grazing his hand over my thigh.

He smirked at the struggle I had of trying to get out of his grip "Let me go!".

His grip tightened "never, again"

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