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CHAPTER SEVEN

Autor: Iris Brown
last update Última atualização: 2025-06-03 15:04:58
Lyla POV

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the ray of heavy sunlight that filled the room from the large window. My head hurts, but not as much as it had after papa would hit me.

Yes, my father started hitting me.

I mean, I had embarrassed him. I avoided his hits but some of them would knock me out cold. Most of the hits were because I was trying to protect my mum from him.

My mouth tasted bitter, and I was certain I was bruised all over.

I sat up gently, trying to access the wounds I may have in my body.

That was when I felt the stickiness between my thighs.

“No, No, questo non può essere,” I muttered under my breath. These men were savages, I already knew that. But raping me?

I put my hand between my thighs, feeling the stickiness and bringing it up. It was white, I thought, examining it. It wasn't red.

Had they defiled me?

Someone had cut my gown off my body in the night. Very carefully, making sure to remove all the extra layers. They didn't even nick me a
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