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4. Katherine
4 Katherine I have a vague memory of being injected with tranquilizer a few times. I remember being awake enough to recognize a plane and a car. I know that the man that taunted me after he bought me was nearby that whole time. I see him in my mind. His strange grey eyes and his dark brow, his large frame and black clothing, the dark stubble on his cheeks. His skin isn’t the same tone as mine… it was more olive in complexion. When he spoke, his English was accented… But I was too far gone from the drugs to determine any more than that. I wake again, coming fully into consciousness, and I look up at a royal blue ceiling. I groan to myself, leaning up to look down at my body. Gone is the dress that I wore at the auction. In its place is a deep, blood red sleeveless shift dress. My fing
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