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FRAMED II
RUBY JUNE. I was thrown into a dark, foul-smelling prison that reeked of filth and despair. The only light came from a tiny window high up on the wall, barely letting in enough air to keep me alive. It was clear she wanted me to suffer. I could still see the disgust on her face as I was dragged here, tossed around like a rag doll. The smug smiles on those girls’ faces haunted me, keeping me awake at night. I knew they were behind this, even if I had no proof. Ever since I was locked away in this godforsaken hellhole, all I’ve felt is a burning anger—not just at Charles for abandoning me, but at his mother, too. I had been blinded by her sweet demeanor, forgetting how she truly despised the poor. She was cruel and unyielding, just as she had been when my mother had once begged her for mone
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