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69. Regret
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Dirty Sexy Saint 3. Yours to use
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Dirty Sexy Saint 6. Learning a lesson
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Jordan Miller~•~It had been hours. I didn't know how many hours, but I knew it had been hours. I couldn't even tell the fucking time because when I patted myself for my phone, I couldn't find it. I didn't realize it when Alessandro took it.All I could do was sit on the cold ground, trying my hardest not to freak out when I saw white everywhere I looked in the windowless room.I was bored, I was hungry, I was thirsty, and most importantly, I was going out of my fucking mind. My throat was scratchy and parched. I'd screamed a lot when I realized that Alessandro had actually locked me in this room.I closed my eyes and tried to imagine various colors. That was what I'd been doing for the past hours. Had it been a day already? I couldn't tell because the room had remained the same since I was thrown in here.I looked over my body, gritting my teeth. I didn't realize it, but I'd been scratching myself, and I'd retained bruises from the scratching. It wasn't something new, but it wasn't
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