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A Mother Begs

Author: Oma
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-01 21:04:13

SABLE'S POV:

Oh, she tried to fight them. She fights the whole way down the stairs, scratching and kicking and screaming and it seems as if her neighbours weren't around because no one opens their door to find out why she was screaming this hard, but the man dragging her is stronger than her, so much stronger, and he does not even seem to notice her attempts to escape. He pulls her out of the building and across the pavement and into a black van that is waiting at the curb, its engine running,
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