- Reads 39
- Votes 1
- Parts 3
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Jul 21, 2012
She just sat there. Motionless. Thoughtless. Clueless. she was vulnerable at this time. No thoughts. No sense of time. It could be 11 at night or 8 in the morning and she wouldn't know. The drapes were shut. No one thought anyone lived there. She would've lived in peace and harmony. No one knew they were there. Except one person... Her father. Or so she thought...All Rights Reserved
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