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CHAPTER 12. HE'S GONE
Rosewood Manor, December 4, 2018. He placed her upon his lap and twirled the strap of her dress with his finger; the girl closed her mouth and her eyes. The meagre figure shook like a leaf and her thighs trembled out of discomfort. He placed his hand upon her cheek and turned it towards his face. Her eyes fluttered and she kept her mouth shut. “Silvestre, Stop!” she pleaded. The man giggled at her pitiable condition and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. Abigail glared at Ingrid who had an expression of vexation upon her face. Silent tears streamed down on her cheeks and she slapped the man out of discomfort. Then she gaped at her hands in astonishment and got up nimbly. Due to the abrupt slap upon the cheek, the man held the expression of disorientation. He couldn’t fathom how she
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