He was the boy held captive in the basement. I was the girl who knew. But I never told a soul. I had innocent lives to protect. And this was the only way. He was my friend first. My lover second. We wanted to be free, to make a life together. But that was a dream we knew would never come true. Prisoners of my ruthless father, we could not escape the horror we were forced to endure-until I drew a weapon on the only boy who ever loved me. And as they drag me away, screaming his name, I hope he's still breathing. Because our story, it's not over yet.
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* Author note: This story contains dark themes and scenes depicting SA.
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