Slave. The word hurts like a wound.

Slave. The word hurts like a wound.

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"What are you doing?" The horrid fat man asked the little girl furiously. Terrified of what he will do to her,she turned around with big wide eyes. The little girl did the thing that first came to her mind. What will happen to the poor little girl? To find out read the full story here.
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"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

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