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"Let me out of here please!"
"I promise I didn't see anything!"
"I have a son! Please let me go to him!"
Jasmine screamed and screamed at the top of her lungs. She was feeling claustrophobic inside the cell they'd thrown her in. The only thing she could think about was her little Mars; what would happen to him: no mother, no father, no relatives; of Aisha was there but he wasn't supposed to be her responsibility. Aisha was already doing so much for her.
She was going to relentlessly bang on the door until someone got her out.
"Can we kill her already?" Nikolai asked Serena. Her head was pressed hard against a table while her palms clasped both her ears.
"Shut up bitch!" Serena yelled at the top of her lungs.
"We should just kill her!" Nikolai insisted. But he wasn't helping Serena's dilemma. Killing the girl wasn't her trouble; she
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