The scars to our ruins.
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Last published Sun, Jul 11, 2021
It hurt, everything hurt. Her stomach was clenched into tight knots, her knees stung from fresh bruises, her hands were trembling. There she lay on her hands and knees at one woman's mercy, at Lexa's mercy.
Her stomach clenched painfully fresh memories appeared of her betrayal. She turned her head to stare up at her, her eyes glossy, blood dripping from the gash across her face, the panther she remembered struck her down as she was walking to the cave she had called her own.
Tears dripped on the floor staining her face a reminder of her failure at the mountain. She glares at the woman the numbness finally slipping into her bones, She decides she hates her.
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I finally manage to reply, but my response is nothing but a weak nod. My whole body is trembling as he stares at me. I would run if i could, but my body is frozen in panic. Suddenly , I feel a hot Pain on my cheeks , I touch my cheeks while tears start streaming on my face . Jordan slap me . " STAND UP ON YOUR FEET !!!" Jordan roar at me . I stand up by holding the chair Andle , I dare not make a sound , or else I will get slap twice on the same spot . Jordan steps closer to me and tighten my jaw in his hands, gripping it tightly. He pulls me in close, so close that i can almost feel the anger simmering inside him. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as it burns a hole inside me. "You answer to my question ," He says in low and deadly tone and . I don't know what to say or to answer , " I....I'm .sick , that...is why I don't eat " I reply fastly with a mix of nervous . Tears keep streaming down . " A....and ...f...or my ...period needs you ...ask .... About , I still have the ...one I use l..ast upper ....m...onth " I continue in a muffle voice . Serah a young woman find herself in a mystery and bondage married . She tried to free herself from the bondage married and find herself as a killer .
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