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13: His Doll

Author: Scooley
last update publish date: 2025-04-25 07:56:59

ORTENSIA

I felt someone join me into the pool and drag me out, but I struggle… it’s useless because it’s Vito. I’m already out of the pool, lying on the cold ground, and I snap at him, “I can’t fucking swim anymore? Is it a crime as well to you?” He scoffs at my words.

“Are you so tired of life that you want to kill yourself, doll?” he asks, his voice laced with a twisted curiosity. What? Does he really think I want to commit suicide by drowning? But before I can even open my mouth to defend
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