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MILICENT

“Well, well,”

The wiry one drawled, tilting his head as his gaze slid down my body where I sat chained. “She’s even prettier awake.”

The greasy-haired one leaned closer, his nose wrinkling as though he was savoring my scent. “Fresh.... and untouched. That skin… she’ll fetch more t...

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