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Chapter 61: Jessie’s POV

Penulis: Nancii Agosto
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-10 20:13:52
I try springing to my feet and making a quick dash across the unleveled cement to the narrow, metal staircase located furthest from where I was planted but I’m quickly detained by a swinging fist. I feel it crash into my temple, sending me tumbling with mind-numbing force and for a second, I lose my perception of where I was. That is, until I hear my kidnapper speak.

“It’s rude to leave your own party.” His voice was sinister, cold and raspy. “Maybe I should help you mind your manners.” I watch as he slowly creeps forward. His boots crunching on the ground as he crept closer, closing the distance between a predator and their obtained prey.

“Please - please. I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what you want. Is it money?” I’d resort to anything that’d keep me alive.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve been paid handsomely to be here.” Just then he crouched down, sliding one of his calloused fingers down the side of my face. Anything but that.

In a moments notice, my kidnapper is on top
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