Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

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clicked

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stated, his voice

know how to look at him. My brain told me he was my

asked. My voice was raspy

ts. "Seeing your belongings... it triggers her PTSD. She remembers you packing her bags

red, the memory hazy but the convi

nical impatience. "The therapy take

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he ordered. "Yo

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reconnect with the reality of your acti

left m

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el run of the estate's kennels. The smell of

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sickeningly sweet. She held out a bucket of raw

. His arms were crossed. He was th

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into the

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red, tears blurring

called out. "Stop being such

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clamped onto my forearm. Teeth sank into flesh. The pai

shrieked

dirt. The dog was shaking

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back, whining. Dante hadn't shot t

ut he didn't run to me.

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voked him! I saw it! She trie

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these animals. You hate them. Y

arm. He dragged me out of the

said. "Get it stitched. An

are didn't

s was found dead. Foaming

rew a packet of poison onto my be

mb. My arm was bandaged, thr

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ged me downstairs. He threw open t

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cold soaked through my thin pants inst

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rs shut. I heard t

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window of the warm,

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