"Little missy.... even though you're biased, I still like you.
So I'll make this as painless as possible, alright?"
'Hmmmmmmmmm!'
Cary struggled with all her might, as she watched the masked bastard walk slowly to the left side of the bed.
Just like last time the incident had occurred, her legs were once again tied to the legs of her bed.... while her left hand had been tied on the left post of her bed instead.
Her body was once again drenched in so much sweat that it felt like someone had splashed a full bucket of water on her now rosy face.
She struggled to keep her sight on the masked man, as her vision became somewhat blurry from all the tiny droplets of sweat that slid down her forehead into her eyes.
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