A Vampire's Slave
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  • مقروء 39,386
  • صوت 921
  • أجزاء 13
  • الوقت 1h 4m
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Jiselle Hart was an orphan at 5 after her mother died in a fire and ever since then her father always blamed her for it and constantly abused and used her till he loses a poker game and gives Jesille as payment to a known sex traffic gang leader where she is auctioned off and bought by Rex Thornridge the King of Saint Anneburys "The Realm of The Vampire", the most respected, well feared leader worldwide and is know for his evil and twisted  soul...Can Jesille bring Rex out of the darkness or plunge everything good and pure into the depths of hell.
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