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Walker held her for what seemed like hours as she cried, her tears soaking the front of his button-up shirt, but he didn’t mind. He was shocked to the core by her story. He was disgusted -- though not surprised -- that anyone could take advantage of such a young girl. That someone could force her into doing things no child should even know existed, never mind endure.
Even worse that now, in her twenties, she still had to live with the threat of being sold off as a s*x slave. She was afraid every minute of every day, because some spineless perverted lowlife had her believing that she owed him something at sixteen. By now, she was trapped in a web of bullshit and manipulation.
Once she’d cried herself out, she’d muttered something about needing another shower. She fled into the bathroom
