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CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
Amelia's POV: I couldn't hear what was spoken in the meeting over the drum of my own heartbeat in my ears. The way I sat on the floor was very uncomfortable, my legs folded under me and supporting my weight. I wasn't used to this, even in all their wickedness back home I wasn't made an arm candy and forced to sit on the floor. My legs went numb, and at the back of my mind it briefly bothered me how I was going to stand up later. I kept my head low, my eyes burning with tears. I could feel Richard's hand on my head. His fingers undid the tie my hair was in, causing it to tumble down my body. When I raised my head and looked at him he pushed my head down. His fingers ran through my hair, each time he touched my scalp goosebumps would erupt over my skin. I have never been so humiliated
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