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... of vocal cords straining against cloth. "Mmm... mmm... please... someone..."
Olivia’s brow furrowed. The voice was a pathetic thing: frail, trembling, and saturated with the stench of raw terror. It was the sound of someone who knew they were already halfway into their own grave.
"What is that?" Olivia asked, her voice dropping to a dangerous low.
Isabella’s lips curled into a predatory smirk, a look that sat unnervingly well on her features. "Didn’t I tell you? I found t ...
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