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Chapter Thirteen-1
Chapter Thirteen It had been a long morning for Rachel. The plane had arrived late, and that slick bastard, Peejay, had tried to peddle some pathetic trailer trash to her straight off. The poor girl had been so utterly broken physically and mentally that she had sobbed and shivered through the whole interview process. Rachel had made it clear to him then that she was looking for quality, an athletic girl with spirit. “Don’t you have any girls that haven’t been drugged half out of their minds?” She had asked caustically. He hadn’t been as friendly after that, but in the end he had come up with more likely candidates. To save time, he had given her a stack of video tapes and a private room to watch them. Each tape was like a sort of infomercial featuring a different girl. They all began
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