Memories of a Traitor
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Ostatnia publikacja pon., lis 4, 2013
This is sort of a prequel to my character in IzzyBaxter's story Memories of a Heartbreaker! So this does contain some stuff. Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll. Except not that last one. There's some pretty bad stuff towards the end, just warning you in advance. Please don't leave though :D My life is a mess, no money, my family's practically disowned me, living on the streets. It had been nearly a year that I had stayed down an alley next to some shop I hadn't really paid attention to, when Jack and his gang rolled up in a car that looked like a Bentley, but somehow, I didn't believe it was. He picked me up and whisked me off to some grubby little house where he promised to make me his princess. Yeah, right.
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