•Offenderman y alison •
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En esta historia sera de una chica llamada alison, edad 19 años, ojos negros, es una chica timida y callada ala cual le gusta estar en lugares solitarios y con poca gente ya que en su niñes sufrio de bullying.
Le encanta dibujar y siempre es pensativa y creativa, pero lo que ella no sabe es que conocera a un violador que se enamoraran a pesar de los dias
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