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She only spoke to him once.
She never expected to see him again.
He smiled down at her and purr-ed in her ear:
It's okay. You are home now.
She felt the sharp prick and the sting of alcohol on an open sore.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I did that in the wrong order!" ...giggles softly but maniacally.
Her head swam and she felt floaty...
"Finally, your all mine!!" ...
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She disappeared for 16 months on August 16, 2016, and then reappeared December 16, 2017.
She endured more than any human should ever think about.
She returned, but only to be ridiculed, beat, yelled at, made a pariah, pushed to her breaking point...
She thought nothing could be worse than the pit.
(Here comes the cliche...)
Until she came home.
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