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me immediately, holding me by the elbow and trying to drag me out.

she lands a slap across my face. My hand clutched my face as if it were a reflex. I was not supp

tare at him for a brief moment before I turn to my mother, my hand still clut

once. Enoch stared at me, releasing a grunt that was enough to shake the room. He pushed himself

elt myself almost throwing up in anger, but I managed to keep it down. If I threw u

ck, but before I can, Yvette holds me in place and pulls me forward. "You

when Yvette slaps me across my face again. This time, I feel

e so cruel to me, so why did I have to do their bidding? Who knew the reason they were selling me off? M

ugh my body, but I try not to react. It seemed like my pain was their meal, and I was not in the mood to give them the satisfaction of it. Flashbacks of his hands riding up my skirt while I lay under h

it. I sigh as I allow her to pull me across the hall. "You dare question him? You know what he would do to you if he gets angry, yet

rt while. "You remember, and instead of cake and gifts, you decided that the best thing to do fo

ill me for all I care because death seemed to be better than the hell I was ab

this time my voice comin

skin and I almost smile; this seems to be the best of all the dresses I have ever had. My wedding dress is the best I have ever had. It so

ponse from her. She stops in her tracks and turns to me. I can tell from the way he

o do this for you and your brother to live a good life." I almost scoff at he,r bu

anted to laugh and tell her to stop the prank, but knowing the