"Don't touch me!" I shrieked. I screamed louder until my own ears ached and my throat was in desperate need for water. Alas no one heard my cries but the man in front of me. In normal kidnaps there's a van and a sick-twisted man with tattoos and eyes that pierced into your sole. My story started off with me being bashed, tortured and sold to an old, fat aboriginal woman.
But what happens when you fall in love, and get a choice either to kill him and be free or refuse and die slowly?
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Don't Touch Me
Humor"Don't touch me!" I shrieked. I screamed louder until my own ears ached and my throat was in desperate need for water. Alas no one heard my cries but the man in front of me. In normal kidnaps there's a van and a sick-twisted man with tattoos and eye...
