Prologue

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Out of nowhere, a rusty old metal pipe came swinging and bashing a young guy across the face, the guy chuckled dryly and darkly. He looked up at the half-naked teenage girl in front of him. She was dirty from head to toe, her once silky brown hair was dirty and matted, and the clothes she wore were tight, filthy, and torn. Her brown eyes were filled with rage and were boiling over with anger.

"Is that the best you've got, little girl?" He mocked.

"Try this ass wipe" The girl snarled.

Taking the pipe again she raised it above her head and brought it down with force and began beating him with it repeatedly, with each blow she let out a loud scream. His body was heavily bruised he was spitting out some blood. The girl looked down at him, tears running down her dirty cheeks.

"My dad was right about you from the start, I shouldn't have listened to you at all. Not anymore. You messed with the wrong girl"

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