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My mind raced. The documents in Alex's file—photos of me selling beads at that fair, dated three years before my "rescue." Surveillance photos with my birth parents clearly visible in the background."They wanted..." I couldn't finish the thought."They wanted you trained," she said simply. "Wanted you once you could bring value to their company. Once you'd fully absorbed my techniques."I pulled my hand away, suddenly needing space. The room felt too small, too hot."I'm not saying what I did was right," she continued, her voice wavering. "It wasn't. But neither were they the grieving parents they pretended to be.""Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I demanded, anger flaring again. "When I was older? When I could understand?"She looked away. "Cowardice," she admitted quietly. "By the time you were old enough to understand, I couldn't bear the thought of you hating me.""And when they found me? When they took me back? You just let it happen."She closed her eyes briefly. "What cho
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What followed was a blur of sensation. The shocking heat of the cabin after the forest's cold. Strong hands stripping off my wet clothes. A scratchy blanket wrapped around me. Something hot pressed into my hands—a mug of broth that I couldn't hold steady enough to drink until the woman's weathered hands closed over mine to help."Sip slowly," she instructed, her accent thick but her English clear. "Too fast will shock your system."The girl—Maya—watched from nearby, her expression curious but not frightened. As my shivers gradually subsided, she edged closer."Where did you come from?" she asked."H-hiking trail," I managed. "Got separated. From my family."The older woman—Maya called her Mami Lulu, though I'd later learn her real name was Lupe—exchanged a look with Maya I couldn't interpret. Something cautious, almost suspicious."Rangers will find him tomorrow," Maya said, as if answering an unspoken question. "He can stay tonight, right, Mami?"Lupe hesitated, then nodded once. "He
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“Come here.”"I've been thinking about this for the last hour," he admitted, fingers already working at the button of my jeans. "You, just like this."I rocked against his hardened cock already evident beneath me. "You were supposed to be working.""Not with you biting your lip every time you read something challenging." His hands slipped inside my jeans, panties giving way, immediately finding my pussy like it was normal. "It's distracting.""Sorry," I said, with a slight shiver, but I wasn’t sorry at all."No, you're not." He squeezed, fingers digging into flesh in a way that made me gasp. "But you will be. Maya"The Mention of my name made something break loos
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