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13. Lady Killer.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I hear the cries before I even see or hear the blow. I brave my fears and I crsck an eye, only to see him slamming her face over and over into the side of the cage. He finally stops and he looks over at me. His eyes are blown and dark, his pupil dilated and his face blank. He is almost demonic. Try as I may, I can't will myself to stop trembling. He leaves her for a moment there, and I notice her hands are bound, but he freed her feet. She's not tethered to anything, she could run. He exits the room and I try to get Bobbi's attention as I hear the front door close.
"Bobbi. You could run. You can get a weapon." I whisper. "My cellphone. You can call police on my cellphone. It was in here." She tries to make it to her feet, fave bloodied and I notice the look on her face. She is in fight or flight mode, her eyes wide and spacey. She looks at me like a predator.
"You really thi
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Viscious 21. Warped.
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Viscious 44. I'm Alive?
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Viscious 43. Blackmail.
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Viscious 42. Brother.
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