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She was in the back of a trunk. Clunking down the road, is all she remembers. Mouth duct taped, arms and legs tied with rope. Tears streamed down her eyes as the car came to a stop. Someone got out of the drivers seat, and he opened the trunk.
“You’re awake, little one. Welcome home.” He said softly, even as she cried and tried to squirm away.
“Don’t fight it, I don’t like when little girls fight, so stop it.” He commanded, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.
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