Beaten and Bruised
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There she was, covered in fresh blood, sweat, black bruises, and most likely had broken bones, in nothing more than a ripped black dress that hung down to her knees, but that didn't stop her from holding up a heavy black gun to her wicked father's head, as she was crying fuckign harder than I'd seen anyone cry before.
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