I make my own rules!
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  • LECTURAS 1,312
  • Votos 47
  • Partes 96
  • Hora 4h 54m
Concluida, Has publicado sep 30, 2018
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Clara has been kidnapped or rather has been sold, to an organisation who calls themself "Black", only when she was born. She has been through a lot thanks to her parents who gave her up for money or so she has been said.
Clara has lived her whole life here. She has to kill people those not obeying the organization. She has been tortured and suffered everything thrown her way. But all of this changes when she meets a certain someone..........

Read out more to find out what happens to her.
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