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THE DEVIL'S FACE

The Devil's face was on your shoulders. I ran for the door when you showed your face only you beat me to the place I could escape. You said, "now that you've seen me I can't let you go you are here for tonight and forever more. You are my prisoner." A night of fun ahead turned out to be a gun to my head. I told him to go ahead and put me out of my misery. He ripped off my clothes and had his way with me. Even though it took six years I used what he had taught me against him and I escaped to a much better fate.
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Oct 12, 2014
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