Set You Free
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Sierra is a quite little bean photographer from Monterey California. Her dream was to travel the world an have the time of her life of course taking pictures but also without worry from her mother and siblings getting in her way. She got a great offer from her photographer teacher to take on a challenge/assignment in Russia to take a look into the everyday life as a russia citizen.
It sounded crazy at first...but she love challenges.
So she got up, pack her bags, and did just that.
As she travels through out Russia taking photos of life, meeting new people, having the time of her life she run into a Russia man who seems like a perfect one night stand but turn into forever madness when he keeps her lockup in his abandoned home.
Making it seems like she was in a terrible nightmare that she could never ever get out of ever again.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Set you Free.
Warning!!!!
This story will have sexual assault and sexual ACTIVITY that may be too much for readers to read. Please read with caution, if my story is too much for you... please don't read... I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable reading my story when I talk about tough topic such as rape and sexual abuse.
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