Chapter two

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As she counted at how many times he thrust himself her womb,her throat restricted the upsetting cries that wanted to set free with the burning rage inside her soul.
Frail tears fell down lightly tan cheeks hoping to god that he will show her mercy and take her away from this damned life.

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