Forever Mine, Little B
I turned slowly, but it was still too dark to see anything.
I flipped on the light, expecting an empty room. But there she was—huddled in the corner, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide and terrified. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than I’d expected, with soft features and a floral sundress that looked improper in this house of criminals.
Suddenly, the door creaked open behind me. The same guy from the staircase earlier, along with two others, appeared in the doorway. His eyes scanned the room.
“Hey, man. You see a girl run by here?” he asked, feigning casualness.
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