Abducted
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  • Parts 11
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  • Reads 702
  • Votes 34
  • Parts 11
  • Time 40m
Ongoing, First published Jun 14, 2017
I was abducted by an evil man. I knew something was off when I talked to him for the first time. But what I didn't know was how crazy this man really was. I felt hopeless and weak. There was no escaping and the torture would never end. I went through things that no 15 year old girl should ever go through. The only reason I kept my sanity was because of Dylan. He was the only reason I survived hell.
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