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    Inebriated – (Chapter: Seven: Calling You)

    She wasn’t anything but a child.

    He chuckled, “Sorry, Precious.”

    She looked up at him wide eye, her tears unleashing. She wasn’t strong, no, she was very weak and emotional. “Please, just let me go home.”

    The man stood up and turned around for a brief seconded, reaching into both of his deep pockets. Out of one he pulled out a round ten inch pole and in the other a small handheld blow torch. He showed the crying young girl.

    “Now, this is going to be fun.” He said in a thick British accent.

    Spencer looked at the contents in his hand and fear pulled her back against the wall. She jerked away from him and began to cry even harder. “Please, please no, no don’t.” Her cries were muffled by the loud hiccups and tremors in her body. Still the young girl cried, “Please, I’ll do anything! Please, I just want my mommy.”

    He showed no mercy, but took pleasure in sitting his tools down at the edge of the room. He came back to the blond. Her face was red with tears; her hair was messed and flat. He laughed at himself knowing that soon the life filled azure eyes would soon be lifeless and limp.

    He dragged the frightened and thrashing teen to the middle of the white room. Her begging and crying only made him enjoy this more. He ripped off the small gown, exposing the small girl. Spencer was incoherent now, her cried not understood. She held her hands to her small triangle breasts and closed her legs together. Terror coursing through her veins.

    He pushed her head down and her back exposed to him.

    The torch was lit.

    The pole was heated.

    The smell of skin drifted across the room.

    The first day was always an introductory

    She sat there hollow over an hour. Replaying that scene in her head over and over. The flashback brought the feeling of numbness coursing in her body as she slowly crept back into her body.

    Her breathing was faster than normal. This was the first time in a month since she had a horrible flashback like that, at least any that she remembered. This moment was becoming overwhelming and frightening. She tried to take a deep breathe to calm her body and another to block away the images. She didn’t want to have another panic attack like the one she had suffered a month ago.

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    1. I LIKE THIS STORY…IT’S DIFFERENT..I ALSO LIKE HOW SPENCER AND ASHLEY ARE SORTA COMING TOGETHER AND HOW ASHLEY IS SORTA BECOMING A MOTHER..BUT AT A VERY VERY VERY SLOW SPEED…I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT UPDATE..AWESOME UPDATE..PMS

    2. I LIKE THIS STORY…IT’S DIFFERENT..I ALSO LIKE HOW SPENCER AND ASHLEY ARE SORTA COMING TOGETHER AND HOW ASHLEY IS SORTA BECOMING A MOTHER..BUT AT A VERY VERY VERY SLOW SPEED…I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT UPDATE..AWESOME UPDATE..PMS

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