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CHAPTER 74
BLAIR ‘S POV. Josh had withheld food and water from me all day as punishment for trying to call for help. Later, he decided it was time for me to eat, deeming it a “special meal.” He sent me a handwritten letter, expressing remorse for depriving me and promising to make it up to me that evening. I scoffed at his pretence, crumpling the letter and throwing it to the floor in disdain. Before long, three women entered the small room that had become my prison, carrying an outfit and a makeup box. “What is this?” I demanded, eyeing them suspiciously. “Boss asked us to come and dress you,” one of the women replied. “I don’t want to get dressed,” I hissed. “I don’t think you have much of a choice, ma’am,” she said calmly. I crossed my arms, glaring at her. “And why is that?” “I’m sorry, m
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