Marble Hall.

Marble Hall.

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I hadn't noticed how hard my face had hit the floor till a pool of syrupy, crimson blood spread around my head - sticking to my hair and face, the deepness of its colour clashing with the hue of the white marble. //
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"What happened?" he asked sternly. She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else. "Nothing." She answered. He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head. "Who is hurting you?" WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.

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