Two Years Dead, He Crazed At Last
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How does fate weigh the value of a ten-year-old girl? To my father, I was just a debt waiting to be settled; to Marco Rossini, I was nothing more than the rare RH-negative blood pulsing in my veins.
"Elvira, you're special," he'd whisper, his slender fingers gliding along my veins, his eyes shining with a hunger I foolishly took for love.
For eight long years, I matured in that opulent prison, s...
"Elvira, you're special," he'd whisper, his slender fingers gliding along my veins, his eyes shining with a hunger I foolishly took for love.
For eight long years, I matured in that opulent prison, s...


















































