“You’re going to be at my beck and call. You’ll do everything I tell you to, and you’ll fucking love it, or I kill your mother.” His words hit hard, like nails being slammed into the coffin he’s about to bury me in. “Nod to show you understand,” he demands. Somehow my head bobs up and down. “If you go to the police, I’ll know. Your every move will be watched, so don’t try to get help. Just do as you’re told, and your mother will continue to live her shitty life.” God. My mind finally catches up to the enormous shock it’s been dealt, and I manage to ask, “Why are you doing this?” The corner of
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