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JANUARY 4, 2019 She lied in the arms of her enemy, and nothing could even measure up to the feeling that she felt in that moment. The feeling of being betrayed by her own body. Further, Disgust and hate were the only things prevalent in her mind. Though she had been let down several times, it was different this time. The brooding anger that she felt at that moment wasn't directed towards the man she loathed but herself. Pitter Patter of the rain kept her wake, or perhaps from losing her consciousness. “It is always raining in here”; Abigail complained while rubbing her cold hands together. Then, she placed her hands on the wall and tried to stand while accumulating support from it. Due to her constant loud movements, Silvester woke up. Then, his wide arm slid across her waist