Charity Award

Charity Award

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"Am i your child, or just a charity award?" I push myself into tight ball in the corner of the white room. White everything. White bedding, white curtains, white clothes, white carpeting. Tears pricked my eyes as I heard heavy footsteps and the lock on my door start to turn. "Lola. Put this on and meet me for breakfast." My head snapped down in an instant and I nod once and attempt to sound like I wasn't petrified. The "Yes daddy" came out as a quiet pathetic little whine. He came up to me and backhanded me. "Don't you dare mumble, little girl." I whimper in pain but I don't hold my cheek. That would just anger him more. I lift my head slowly and said it again, more prominent and louder. I was surprised by how polite I sounded. "Good girl. Get dressed and meet me down for breakfast. Don't take longer than 20 minutes." I nodded and smiles shyly. I hated it here. But he couldn't know that. I'm Lola, by the way. That man is my father. I'm 15. This is my home. I'm not allowed to leave. My mother died of an embolic stroke when I was a baby.
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His claim

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

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