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Casia opened her eyes. She couldn't see where she was as everything was dark. Confusion spread through her mind as she woke in an unknown place. She squirmed her eyes, but she could only see slight silhouettes of old boxes and furniture.
Soon panic replaced her confusion as she remembered the masked pervert that attacked her and likely taken advantage of her while unconscious. Just the thoughts of that turned her body hot, making all traces of her panic vanish into thin air.
She giggled to herself, 'Hihhi, to be so pretty... I should have been more careful with these beauty potions.'
She tried to wiggle with her hands, but they were firmly tied to a metallic pole sticking from a wall behind her.
Suddenly steps started to come from above her, as the sound of boots tapping on a stone floor was getting closer and closer to her.
