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As Freya continued to taunt and hit me I eventually ended up on the floor on my knees, looking as if begging her to stop even though I hadn't uttered anything but whimpers since she started hitting me.

She eventually let me go, saying "Go make me some money, bitch" and picking up her phone and wandering out of the house and driving away.

Freya liked her nails long and sharp, and that was evident as I looked in the mirror in the downstairs bathroom. I ran for my room and as I had pushed the door shut behind me I walked into my bathroom. I pulled my shirt off and put it in the sink, letting lukewarm water run out of the sink as I tried my best to get all of the blood out of the light blue shirt.

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