I LOVE HIS SICK LOVE
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I was kidnapped...I was taken away to an unknown country by a man that I never even heard of before. How did I not realise that I was transported from my country to a whole different country. Am I such a deep sleeper or is there some other explanation? But how does this man even know me?
Jamelia Van Reder was a girl who recently graduated from high school and was preparing for University but before that she went to her paternal grandmother's home to visit her. There she met her aunt and her cousin from England for the first time.
While she was enjoying her holiday, one day she woke up in a totally unfamiliar place with a unfamiliar mans arms around her.
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