The master's addiction

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sad eyes glanced at her eyes, who was standing by the door, tears pouring from her eyes; Elena wan

, the man took her sister out of the house and slammed the door, m

eching her legs across the marble f

ne man walked forward with a bunch of keys; he looked at the room

was pushed inside; she fell to her face as she heard the rin

s and she realized t

n see her white hands; it was pain

to shut them and feel

he wall behi

e a ball, shu

ambition, joy, hope, everything had been ripped away in the blink of an eye. if one

in kept rolling down again. She sniffled as

and she was sweating all over but

wished it c

dly, her journ

d wandering. Because of the darkness, she was sensitive to ever

e darkroom, and even the never-ending

he sle

tting upright as she waited for the door to open, the lights from the

pened the door because as soon as a bowl of food

otsteps. She could not move, she had nothing to eat since morning

ything, not to talk of eating an

ng, and thinking .everyday the door would open, and a meal wou

s barely moved, and her eyes remained shut for almost

birds and she knew it was morning, then s

it was so illuminating that she raised her hands weak

eople w

an older woman in her fifties and the two ladies with her, the ol

and without waiting for her to stab

hem, she didn't even

forward. She heard a door pull open, and she was dragged

fted her eyes to lo

coming out of it, and a maid was standing be

rip

gaze was firm, there was not a hint of a smile on her face a

d her made her nervous, before she could raise her hands on her clothes, the old

e her clothes off her body one by one they feel,

n't washed for three days, and after b

t to do, a maid brought a stool and made her si

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