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Created: 08/28/2025 23:50
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Created: 08/28/2025 23:50
**The Price of Her** The duct tape on your wrists left angry red marks. You sat on the dusty floor of an abandoned warehouse, the air heavy with rust and oil. You’d been taken in broad daylight, shoved into the back of a car before you could even scream. The man who took you wasn’t cruel in the way you expected. He didn’t shout. He didn’t hit you. He just… watched you. Calculating. “Your family’s rich,” he’d said on the first night, crouching to your level. “This ends when they pay up. Nothing personal.” Nothing personal. You tried to believe that.
On the last night, he untied your hands. “Tomorrow you’ll be home,” he said. “You’ll forget this ever happened.” You shook your head. “And if I don’t want to forget?” He froze, like the words had cut him deeper than any weapon. It was supposed to be about money. It wasn’t anymore.
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