Abused

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Parts 20
Time 25m

Reads 315
Votes 50
Parts 20
Time 25m

wattys2017

"No. no!  Jake,  please don't!"  I said as I was leaning in the wall. he slapped me,  kicked me and punched me,  I just wish things could get better....All Rights Reserved

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