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Banshee awoke to find herself in a strange house that looked as if it was from another place and another time. She was laying on her back with a thick layer of wrapping around her neck and hands.
She spoke, "Where the hell am I?"
A feminine voice softly spoke, "You're at the great hell house of the Misty swamp."
The girl looked for the source of the voice and found it in the form of a middle age woman wrapped in an elaborate dress from a century ago. She was still drop dead gorgeous, yet held turmoils in her appearance.
Banshee spoke, "Who the fuck you are, bitch?"
The old woman laughed with a cloth fan held to her face.
"That is a hell of a way to talk about the person who saved your life.
Banshee had blood spilling down her chin when her savior ran over to her aid.
"Crazy girl, is that troubled that you see no hope besides the grave?"
The woman put a cloth gag in her mouth and tied it to her head. Luckily, the caretaker thought ahead to tie all of Banshee's limbs to the bedposts.
The woman spoke, "Abigail will give something to calm to your nerves."
Within five minutes, the young girl was out laying in her own waste. The constant fucking that
Banshee had suffered had robbed her of her continence. Once Abigail was sure that the girl was out, she cleans up her and the bed.
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The next day Banshee refused to eat or drink anything despite all of Abigail's attempts.
Abigail spoke, "I can't heal the scars in your heart, but I can make your body whole again if you would let me. Please, stay alive until I can heal your flesh, as she should make the decision to end your life once you are in your right mind. If you still want to do it then, I will kill you myself!"
Banshee cried for the first time in years.