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Chapter 49: Evil
AT THE BLACK SITE The guard opened the door for Cassia and stepped aside as she walked into the room, the air around her crackling with malice. Mrs. Busco lay on the bed, her body curled in on itself like a wounded animal and suffocating beneath the bag. Cassia’s boots clicked across the floor, her presence filling the room with a sinister chill. "Oh, poor thing," she cooed, her tone mocking as she approached the bed. "It smells pungent in here." She scrunched her nose and waved a dismissive hand at the stale air, clearly having fun. With a sharp tug, she ripped the bag from Mrs. Busco's head. Mrs. Busco gasped for air as her wide, tear-streaked eyes met Cassia's. "What have you done with my daughter, you sick b***h?" she spat, fury blazing in her eyes despite the tears clinging to h
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