Silent Cries |✔|
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MatureComplete Tue, Mar 14, 20174h 18m
"What happened?" he asked sternly.
She sat still and made sure her hood was covering her bruised cheek. He noticed her unease like no one else.
"Nothing." She answered.
He mentally noted the scratchy sound in her voice. He carefully walked towards her while shaking his head.
"Who is hurting you?"
WARNING: Adult content, strong language, violence, and a lot of sexual content. This story is graphic and may be too intense for some readers. I suggest readers 17 and older. Read at your own risk.
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