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Chapter 10: Deranged Psychopath

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Elodie's POV

My back burned as it scraped across the floor. My dress rode up, exposing my inner thighs. I kicked again, using my free leg to strike at his wrist.

He didn’t budge. He didn't even stumble.

His grip around my ankle stayed firm as he dragged me along like I was some dirty rag being hauled away for disposal.

I shouted for help, screamed at the top of my lungs, clawed at the floor, and reached for anything I could grab to stop myself from moving. But nothing worked.

“It’s of no use,”
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