Help...(Princeton love story)

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"What did I tell you about talking back". Ryan yelled while he chocked me. "Im sorry" i said barely audible trying to move his hands from off my neck. "You better be" Ryan said dropping me on the floor leaving my cell. He locked the door so I wasn't able to get out. I Cried in my little corner. Well my name is Kayla Hill. My mom sold me away when I was a little kid. I have been living here since I was 5. Im 16 now. Ryan is my owner and he is so abusive. He has these guards all around the house and these other girls. I never met them because I've been locked away in this cell forever. Believe me I tried sneaking away but I always end up back in here with more bruises. Well thats basically how my life is. I know right harash. Well I have to go bye.

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