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Part 49
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His Pov:It took me a long while before I could focus back on the details of the deal. Before that, I cleaned the kitchen as it held the proves of last night. And it wasn't letting me focus, neither was it helping my mind from going back to her.No matter what or how complicated my inner self is, I can't let that reach my umderling, to my father or to the outer world. I never make mistakes, and neither do I make changes in plans. And it won't happen this time also. No one should get a glimpse of any difference or any weakness of mine. I have been trained for over a decade for the position I am at today, and I am not letting it slip and let myself be disappointed at it. I was almost done with the details when I felt a sudden shift in the air. It's as if the air around me got lighter and smelled of roses because of a certain presence. And I didn't need to look to know the reason for the change of air. The reason for my distress and my insanity. I could hear light footsteps moving awa
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Her Pov:I look at him, but it's as if I can't see him. Instead, I see those people from there. From that hell.My fingers clench around the glass tighter. So tight I can feel my knuckles whitening. I want the pain to flush into my skin and pull me from the web that I am falling into again.I move my eyes from him as he lets go of my chin, but I still can't escape those words in my own mind. "You are a whore Maryline. You like it or not!" A voice in my head keeps repeating it.I close my eyes as I repeat in my mind. I am not a whore. I am not a whore... But all I can hear is cruel laughters and all I can see is those red eyes. The marks on my back burn brighter. The marks of the whipping. I squeeze my eyes tighter.The choking ,the beatings, and the injections all rush into me as I slightly tremble. Tears welling up to my eyes. They kept me hungry for 3 days, and after that, they pushed a shot into me, and the next day, I found a man lying beside me. Naked. All used.And then another
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