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Scarface grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. My neck strains, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Let’s see how long that lasts."

I shake my head, sobbing, trying to beg through the tape. But they don’t care.

A knife appears. Cold steel presses against my thigh, dragging slow, deliberate. My skin shudders. My breath is ragged, pure terror flooding every inch of me.

"Relax, sweetheart," Scarface murmurs, pressing harder until I whimper. "It’ll only hurt the first few times."

The others laugh.

I know what’s coming.

And I know there’s no one coming to save me.

Not from them.

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