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Porcelain
Horror"My name's not Doll!" I seethed. Immense anger coursed through me, How dare he? This asshole grabbed me off the street and demands respect. I stared at him head-on. "You're my Doll." He smiled evilly at me, his gapped teeth revealing. "My perfect po...
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This story contains graphic themes. You've been warned.
