Part 3

Elsa

Elsa Reinhardt shivered miserably in the cold, dank cavern where she lay bound against the stone dais. The shredded remains of her clothing were sitting at the bottom of the moat of water that surrounded her, leaving her completely naked. The frozen cum of the man who left her there, Anton Braxton, was plastered across her ass cheeks and lower back, adding a humiliating insult to her injuries. Her ass was still red from the relentless whipping, and Braxton’s belt was still cinched tight around her neck, tied to the length of rope hugging her ass and keeping it sticking up in the air. She would surely freeze to death eventually, but the more pressing concern was the huge package tucked under the belt, sitting against her back. She couldn’t quite see it entirely, but there were at least nine sticks of dynamite wrapped up and attached to a timer, which she could just see had another 30 minutes or so on it. She felt the soft ticking of the tiny clock on her back, as she struggled on and on against her bindings. Fresh tears sprung into her eyes as she twisted her body and the belt pulled tighter on her neck, choking her even more. She was terrified the bomb would fall and set itself off early, after all she didn’t exactly trust Braxton’s engineering ability. She wished she could tell herself she’d been through worse, but the fact of the matter was she needed nothing short of a miracle to save her life now.

“Help! Anyone!” She called out as loud as she could, which wasn’t very loud with the belt tight around her neck and her voice weak from all the screaming she had done under Braxton’s relentless abuse. It didn’t matter, if no one had heard her earlier no one would hear her now. She couldn’t help but fear the worst for Jack’s fate, she had left him behind in the upper level of the structure while she and Braxton went down alone, a mistake she now bitterly regretted. Braxton would have to take care of him as well if he wanted to get away with this, and while Jack was strong and pretty damn sharp, all the sherpas were working for Braxton, he wouldn’t stand a chance against them all. After another five minutes of hopeless struggling, with every muscle in her body screaming for her to stop, she finally let her body relax, as strained as it still was in the tight bindings. This was it, she might finally be finished. At least her resting place would be suitably grandiose, buried deep in an ancient temple she herself had discovered. Now she just wished she wasn’t tied up and presenting her ass to the air like a common whore, with that bastard’s seed painting her skin. This is all women are good for. That’s what he had said as he was using her body against her will. As the words turned over in her mind a small fire ignited inside her, something like rage mixed with determination. She might not be able to get out of here alive, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to lie there and die in just the position he had fucked her in, that would only be proving him right. With a renewed vigour, she started working the ropes around her wrists and ankles, biting her lip through the pain as the cold continued to set in and the bomb strapped to her naked body ticked away.

Silvia

Silvia Salgado wasn’t a woman of half measures, she believed that the best way to accomplish a task was to work quickly and directly towards the final goal. While her rivals had gone to search for clues and gather evidence like good little archaeologists, Silvia had decided that there was enough information in the delta source to start searching for the lost city itself. Some of the language in the document sounded familiar to her, certain phrases that were vague at the surface level but she knew to be associated with language that ancient scholars used to talk about the new world. She had a gut feeling that wherever this place was, it was in South or Central America somewhere. She spent a week trying to narrow the search down, talking to her sources and gathering men for what would probably end up being a lengthy search expedition. Eventually they settled on Columbia, but the location they wanted to check out was deep inland, buried in the jungle days away from any known settlement. Her right hand man, Raphael, had helped her track down a lake that bore the same local tribal name as was used for a location in the delta source, a location that could have been very close to the lost city itself. She wasted no time in setting out, with any luck she would be selling priceless artefacts on the black market while the others were still wandering around checking boxes. Silvia had a team of 15 men, plus her and Raphael, and in no time at all they were hacking their way through the thick Colombian jungle, making good time in the clear weather.

“Silvia, get dressed. I think the forward scouts found something.” Raphael said in a hushed tone, stepping back into his own tent. She sat up, the blanket falling to cover her bare breasts while she tied her jet black hair up in a ponytail. She was starting to wonder why she even bothered bringing her own tent when she spent almost every night in his.

“What is it?” She asked excitedly, quickly pulling on a black tank top and looking for her camo pants. Raphael was distracted for a moment as she crawled around on her hands and knees in her black thong, before snapping out of it.

“A trail. Could be a local tribe, I told them you’d want to check it out ASAP.” He explained, his eyes still glued to her body as she finally found her pants and tugged them over her ass. Silvia was out of the tent in seconds, and together with Raphael and one of the scouts they left camp to go and find this trail. It was obvious when they got there, a thin path had been cleared through the dense foliage to allow for easy foot traffic. There were recent footprints too, it couldn’t have been more than a week since it was used.

“If there's a tribe nearby we could try and make contact, see if they speak one of the local languages.” Raphael suggested, but Silvia shook her head.

“Look at this.” She told him, kneeling down next to a small tree that had been cut out of the way.

“This kind of cut, it’s from a machete. A steel one. No tribe did this.” As she spoke she showed them the fine marks left in the tiny stem. These were the kinds of tiny details that only she could notice on an expedition, details that often led to huge discoveries.

“But how? We’re only a few days from the lake, there shouldn’t be anyone out here.” Raphael murmured confusedly.

“I don’t know but it’s not good. We’ll have to stay vigilant, someone may be onto us.” She answered, standing up and looking down the path. It stretched on at least as far as she could see, but it was running parallel to their heading, not towards the lake. The whole thing made her uneasy, but it wouldn’t be the first time she had gotten worked up over a false alarm. A lot of people wandered the jungle after all, for a lot of different reasons. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead before she wiped it off. It was going to be another sweltering hot day.

Abbey

“I don’t think there’s anyone on board…” Bishop announced flatly, with binoculars up to his eyes. Abbey snatched them out of his hands despite his being twice her height and took a look for herself. The mysterious fishing boat wasn’t far now, and with the binoculars she had a clear view of the empty deck.

“I guess it’s just a drifting derelict.” She said, noting the rusted hull and lack of any evidence that it had been used recently. Bishop shook his head.

“I don’t like it, the captain said these waters can be dangerous. If it’s just a wreck, what are the odds it’s sitting right next to our salvage location?” He deliberated aloud.

“Because obviously whatever tidal forces brought our ancient wreck here also brought this one, it just hasn’t sunk yet. You’re not scared of a ghost ship, are you Bishop?” Abbey jested.

“No… But I have clear instructions from your father to be on alert. You know your family has enemies.” He answered, taking a moment to bury away his frustrations so that he could maintain his stoic demeanour.

“You don’t work for my father, you work for me! And we’re not wasting anymore time, I want two of the men ready to dive in half an hour.” She snapped, tossing the binoculars back to him. Behind his dark shades Bishop furrowed his brow, resisting the urge to point out that whether the money came from her or her father made little difference, since it all came from her father.

***

Another blast from the ship’s sonar confirmed their earlier findings, and they got a solid image of the wreck. It seemed to be pretty scattered, but there were several large pieces which made finding something salvageable more likely. The bodyguards who were unfortunate enough to accompany Abbey on her expeditions knew the drill by now, they were already in diving suits and testing their oxygen tanks by the time the yacht was in position, and Abbey watched from her perch on the upper deck. She was wearing a pink dress with a pleated skirt, cinched in by a black belt, matching her black headband. Her face was exquisitely made up to accentuate her delicate features, from her sharp eyes to her thin, satisfied smile.

“Come on boys, we don’t have all day!” She called down to the men, who both gave her a thumbs up, before climbing off the back of the huge vessel and disappearing into the depths below. Another of the men stood nearby next to the winch, ready to pull up anything of value that the divers might find. Abbey looked over at the fishing boat, now only a few hundred yards away. She had to admit that it was starting to creep her out a little.

Rebecca

Rebecca was beyond struggling now, even if she had an iota of energy left there was no use anyway, the ropes binding her battered nude body were too tight, she had to admit she was utterly defeated. She had overheard enough of Yan and Leon’s plan to have an idea of what was going on; they had to take her off the deck once they got in position so that the fishing boat would appear abandoned, and of course they needed something to do while they hid and waited for the right moment to attack. She was hanging on the wall like some kind of ornament in the inside of the hull, where the fish would normally be stored while at sea. It had been emptied and Leon and Yan were now hiding inside, along with a small arsenal of weapons and equipment. There was fresh cum leaking out of her as she hung in place, her arms wrenched painfully tight behind her back with thick rope that was hanging from a hook on the wall. They hadn’t taken the ball gag out all day, and she was still biting down on Abbey’s bikini. She knew that’s who they were really after and she had just been caught up in the middle, but she didn’t know whether to feel guilty or somewhat satisfied knowing that the blonde brat would likely be suffering the same fate as her soon. Rebecca had helped the men track Abbey down by stealing her map, but whatever reason they had for targeting her was probably valid, after all rumour was the McNamara’s had made countless enemies, especially her with her reckless plundering of cultural heritage. Maybe once they had her they would let Rebecca go? The hunt for the lost city was the last thing on her mind at the moment, she just wanted to get out of there alive.

“Okay they just went under, we’ll give them a few minutes to get nice and deep yeah?” Leon reported, holding a pair of binoculars up to a tiny hole in the side of the hull, almost imperceptible from the outside.

“Sounds good, one more chance to make use of our guest.” Yan replied eagerly, making Rebecca’s stomach sink as he turned back to her.

“Again? You’re going to wear her out at this rate.” Leon complained, without taking his eyes away from the hole. Yan ignored the comment, returning to his new pet and lifting her off the hook. Her legs were bound up against her stomach, and with no clothes on her holes were completely exposed to him as he dropped her onto a cold metal bench. Pulling his pants down and spitting on his cock, he spread her asscheeks wide and slid into her for the dozenth time at least, using his own cum as lube. It never got less degrading to be fucked like a common whore, and she screamed into the gag as her body convulsed in disgust.

“Okay we’re going in two minutes and you better be ready.” Leon suddenly announced, finally putting down the binoculars and stepping over to the arsenal of weapons, picking up a heavy rifle.

“You… Got it…” Yan grunted out, grabbing Rebecca by the hair and pounding into her like a jackhammer, trying to cum as fast as he could while she cried loudly into the gag.

Silvia

The party moved a lot more cautiously after the discovery of the trail through the jungle and the possibility that other non-natives might be around to cause trouble. Silva wouldn’t let them be caught with their pants down, so she made sure someone was always watching for signs of movement nearby and that they kept their noise to a minimum. Being a naturally vocal woman herself, it was hard for her to stay quiet during her nights with Raphael but she managed. Only a few days after finding the trail, the group arrived at the lake, and found the discovery to be anticlimactic, to say the least. It was a breathtaking sight as they emerged from the treeline and looked out over the huge expanse of inland water, crystal clear with the sun shining off the surface, perfectly secluded and untouched by mankind. But there was certainly no lost city, no ancient structures or any obvious landmarks other than the lake itself. Not wanting to give up hope, Silvia decided they would make camp there on the shore of the lake and get some much needed rest before searching the whole area the next day. Of course for her, rest meant another visit to Raphael’s tent, and she wasn’t late. With her tank top pulled up to her neck, Raphael had one hand on her breasts, taking turns kneading each one, squeezing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, while his other hand was covering her mouth as she moaned loudly, trying to keep her involuntary noises of pleasure to a minimum. She rocked her hips like a machine against his cock as she straddled his well cut body, working him as if her life depended on it, her hands flat on his rock solid chest.

“Fuck… Fuck Silvia…” He moaned, trying to keep his own voice down as she worked her magic. Even though she barged into his tent every night demanding the same thing, he could never last very long with her. She had a talent for milking his cock dry every single time, and she rarely waited to use it. Only a few minutes later he lost control as always, and erupted inside her, digging his nails into her soft flesh and shoving his fingers into her mouth to muffle out her own moans. She sounded like the whores he and his friends used to get dirt cheap back during the crisis in their home country, and she fucked like them too. After collapsing on top of him in ecstasy, she lay still for a few seconds, both of them catching their breath. Eventually she rolled off, letting his seed drip out of her.

“I’ll be back.” She murmured, pulling her tank top back down with slightly shaking hands.

***

As she sat squatting in the thick of the trees with her pants around her ankles, a bit of a distance from the camp, Silvia started to think about the lake and what their rather banal discovery might mean. It was possible that there was an ancient site there and they would find it if they looked hard enough, but it was equally possible that there was nothing to discover, and that either she was wrong in her analysis of the delta source or the entire thing was a sham. Out of those last two possibilities she wasn’t sure which she’d prefer, if she was wrong about the lake she’d have a chance to redeem herself, but if there was no lost city at all then everyone would be wasting their time. As she relieved herself, she was suddenly pulled from her thoughts by a loud sound that she had come to know very well, the slide being pulled back on a pistol. She didn’t have to look up to know where it was pointing, so she froze.

“Hands on your head.” A gruff male voice demanded from behind her. In the dark she couldn’t see the voice’s owner at all, it wasn’t the time for heroics. She slowly raised her arms, embarrassingly unable to stop her bodily process now that she was halfway through.

“Lie down, face to the ground.” Another order came, making her groan as she went from her squat to a kneeling position, then slowly bent forwards until she was lying in the dirt with her pants still around her ankles. She knew her bare ass was on display for whoever was behind her, but she didn’t dare move her hands from the back of her head.

“What do you want?” She demanded, keeping her voice down lest her captor do anything rash. She had been around long enough to know that when someone has a gun pointed at you in these parts, your life could be over any second.

“I want to know what the fuck you’re doing here. Are you a Nacional?” The man seemed very agitated, and his question revealed why. Clearly something illegal was going on here.

“No! I’m not a cop! Look, whatever you’re up to here it has nothing to do with me, I’m just looking for something.” She insisted, not wanting to give away the fact that she had a whole team with her.

“What are you looking for?” The voice asked, still clearly worked up. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that.

“There’s… Supposed to be an old city around here somewhere, I’m an explorer.” There were a few moments of silence after her explanation.

“Do you really expect me to believe that? You gotta come with me.” He answered, sending a wave of dread through Silvia’s body. If this guy took her away from her camp the odds of her ever returning were slim.

“No, listen to me, I have no idea what you’re doing here, I haven’t seen anything.” She pleaded, as the man stepped over her body and she heard the jangling of handcuffs. He didn’t listen, and before she could decide whether to run or not he had latched the heavy metal restraints around her wrists and pulled them tight. There was no chain between the cuffs, just a small rectangle with a keyhole, which meant her wrists were forced together behind her back. He then quickly searched her, easily finding the two knives at her belt and the pistol at her ankle, which he quickly discarded into the bushes.

“Up you get, we’re going for a walk.” He commanded, Silvia still unable to see him in the near pitch black jungle. He grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her up to her feet, with her pants still around her ankles. Humiliatingly, he reached down and pulled her black thong up, nestling it into her ass cheeks, but then hesitated before grabbing her pants.

“You know what, it’s warm, you can leave them.” He said with a hint of amusement, making her groan again. She reluctantly stepped out of the pants, leaving them in the dirt and with her round, toned ass in full view for him. It wasn’t the first time she’d been humiliated like this, but she had hoped those days were behind her. He gave her a shove and she started walking with dread, barely able to see ahead of her.

“If you take me back to my camp I can give you money, food, valuables, whatever you want.” She said, trying one last time to negotiate but getting only a derisive laugh in response.

“Money is the last thing we need, chica. Now eyes front and keep moving.”

Abbey

Abbey leant on the guardrail of the upper deck with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her men were in the water and there was no sign of that American twerp, soon she would rid this site of everything of value and be gone, off to find the lost city. The only question now was what to do while she waited for the dive, after all there wasn’t anything interesting to watch and the abandoned fishing boat was still creeping her out a little. That’s when she realised her special companion was still on board, she had told Bishop to give up on his ‘interrogation’ but they hadn’t had a chance to drop her off yet. Maybe she would go and pay the woman a visit, after all it could be fun to flip the script on their earlier dynamic. She spun around in her pink dress and headed down to the engine room. If she had kept looking over the water for another minute she might have noticed a tiny movement from the fishing boat, one that was completely missed by her two men watching the diving lines.

***

The woman, Theodora, who only several days ago had been living a perfectly comfortable life as a high class escort, was now cuffed to a huge machine in the engine room, the metal chains wrapped around a set of power coils. When she was offered a very generous amount of money to come on board it was only meant to be for one night, and for one woman, but she had just spent the better part of the day being tortured with electric shocks and sexually abused by what felt like every man on the ship. And now in walked Abbey, the heiress who had accused her of stealing a map, or something, and brought on this whole ordeal in the first place. She was too exhausted to start yelling or screaming, but her face made no effort to hide her intense feeling of hatred. The death stare contrasted sharply with the eroticism of the pose she was forced to stand in, bending her back around the irregular shape of the machine to stand on her toes as her wrists were cuffed up high. Her immaculate body was on full display as she took in deep, laboured breaths, though at this point humility was the least of her concerns.

“How many times do I have to say it? I didn’t steal anything.” She murmured with what little energy she still had, as Abbey stepped up to face her with a cruel smile.

“I’m inclined to believe you at this point. I mean, you have been thoroughly searched haven’t you?” The heiress asked tauntingly, running one finger along the woman’s chest between her breasts. Theodora looked away as the last vestiges of hope for mercy left her.

“Please…” Was all she managed to say, as Abbey’s fingers continued to wander, further down until they slipped between her legs. Theodora groaned loudly as she was violated yet again but just as things were about to escalate a sudden noise rang out through the room from outside, making Abbey freeze on the spot. The two women looked in horror towards the open door, as the sound was quickly followed by two more. Theodora knew what they were right away, but it took sheltered Abbey a few more seconds to realise they were gunshots. For a few moments she didn’t move out of fear, until she saw a slight smile spread over Theodora’s lips.

“Who are they?” Abbey demanded accusingly, reaching up and grabbing her hair tightly. The woman only laughed.

“I have no idea. But I bet you’re about to get what’s coming to you.” She snarled, still with a wicked grin. Abbey suddenly realised she didn’t have time to stand around and wait for whatever was happening to pass, if someone was attacking them she was probably the target, and although she had faith in her bodyguards there was always a chance they could be outnumbered. As she dashed out onto the deck it dawned on her that two of her men were currently deep underwater, this must have been a planned attack. She was in real trouble. She kept close to the walls as she emerged on the deck, moving slowly at first but breaking into a mad dash as two more gunshots rang out and she heard shouting from the back of the yacht. She ducked into a stairwell and made a beeline for the upper rear deck, where she might be able to see what was happening. When she got there the sight before her almost made her heart stop. One of the bodyguards, she didn’t even know his name, was sitting up against the railing, blood pooling around him with his eyes closed. She couldn’t tell if he was dead but at any rate it wasn’t a good sign.

“Shit, shit shit shit.” She whispered to herself in a panic as she crawled up to the edge, just in time to witness the standoff below.

“Put your gun down, you’re outnumbered! There’s no point in you dying, we just want the girl!” A man called out from the fishing boat, which was now much closer to the yacht. He was tan, probably local, and holding a huge rifle, identical to the one held by the man right beside him. They had them aimed straight across the small gap between the ships at Bishop, who was pinned down at the back of the yacht near the diving equipment, using a metal crate as cover.

“In ten minutes my men will come up from the dive, then you’ll be outnumbered!” Bishop called back, aiming his pistol around the corner and firing a few blind but astonishingly accurate shots, forcing the attackers to duck down. He was loyal to the family, that much was apparent, but he was bluffing about the others coming up from the dive. Even if he had signalled them they wouldn’t be up anytime soon, and they were in full diving suits, not ready to step into a gunfight. She had to think of something, and her first idea was to get on a lifeboat and sneak away while the standoff distracted the men. In her desperate scanning of her surroundings she noticed something else too, something she certainly didn’t expect to see. On the fishing boat, crawling out of the tiny helm compartment was a brunette woman, tightly bound in bondage, looking like she just had the worst night of her life. It took her a few moments to realise it was none other than Rebecca Wheeler, trying desperately to crawl across the deck despite the rope covering her from head to toe. She had no idea where the stupid girl was going, but it might cause even more of a distraction. She could piece together what part Rebecca played in this later, for now she had to figure out how to get to a lifeboat.

Rebecca

After another ten minutes or so of the standoff, the fishing boat was inching its way closer to the yacht, Yan having retreated back to the helm, still with his rifle in hand. He had run into the escaping Rebecca on the way and easily subdued her, handing her over to his compatriot to be used as a human shield. Leon had rightly deduced that the bodyguard wouldn’t risk firing at the helpless girl, and it was easy enough to hold her naked terrified body up in front of him, using the rope harness around her chest as a handle.

“Give it up! I’m not letting you take this ship!” The bodyguard called out from his hiding spot behind the crate, but Rebecca could tell that soon they would be close enough to the yacht to shoot around his cover anyway.

“All this just for that blonde brat? You really think she’d do the same for you?” Leon called back. It was a good point, Rebecca couldn’t help but wonder how much the McNamara family were paying him to get this kind of loyalty, or perhaps more likely what terrible thing would happen to him if Abbey was harmed on his watch. Suddenly, Rebecca noticed something that Leon didn’t, after all she had a better vantage point being held in front of him. Abbey was making a run for one of the lifeboats hanging off the side of the yacht, tethered to a hook that held it up in the air, level with the deck. Rebecca didn’t stop to think whether it would be good or bad for herself if Abbey was spotted, but almost instinctively she started yelling into her ball gag, looking straight at her blonde nemesis. Sure enough, her sudden commotion led both Leon and Bishop to turn towards the lifeboat right as Abbey dived into it.

“Abbey stop! We can’t leave, there are still men down there!” Bishop called out manically, “Get back inside!” The heiress didn’t stop to consider his demand, already working the tethers loose.

“Sorry Bishop! I’ll call for help when I get back to land!” She answered.

“Are you serious? You’re gonna leave me here?” As this exchange was going on Leon stayed calm, holding Rebecca tightly as he lined up his rifle and slowly squeezed the trigger, aiming a precise shot. The sound rang in Rebecca’s ears and she felt the heat of the barrel as he held it so close to her bare skin. The bullet flew through the air and just as intended ripped through the inflatable lifeboat, tearing apart the front of the small vessel and suddenly snapping most of the tethers off. Abbey shrieked and dived for the remaining ropes dangling from the yacht, hanging off the side of the deck above the water. She was running out of options but one more idea jumped at her as she looked around. Hanging right next to the spot where the lifeboat had been was a large metal cage, used for diving in dangerous waters. There was a huge padlock attached to it but it was open, and the key was right there in the lock. Bishop and Leon both watched as she swung her body back and forth before letting go and tumbling into the cage, closing it behind her as soon as she could manage. The fishing boat was by now looming over the much lower deck of the yacht, and Rebecca made eye contact with Abbey as she defiantly locked the cage and tucked the key into her dress.

“Good luck taking me now! You’re not separating this cage from my yacht any time soon!” She called out to Leon, but he just laughed.

“You stupid bitch, you think I’m attached to this floating piece of garbage? We’ll take you and your yacht.” He called back to her.

“Not if Bishop has anything to say about…” She trailed off halfway through her defiant statement, as to her horror Bishop was now standing up beside the crate, his pistol on the floor and his arms above his head in surrender.

“Just leave me and my men with enough food to wait for rescue, you can take the yacht.” He called out.

Abbey

It was night now, and the cold wind cut through Abbey’s dress like she was wearing nothing at all. The yacht was cruising at full speed to god knows where, having long since left Bishop and the remaining bodyguards behind on the fishing boat. She sat in the cage shivering, her clothes soaked through from the choppy waters, her eyeliner streaking down her face. She had resisted hours of taunting from her kidnappers and refused to open the cage, and they hadn’t been able to force it open yet. She knew she couldn’t stay there forever but there was no escape, the men were taking shifts keeping an eye on her. She tried to steel herself with the hope that rescue was on its way, but the more pressing incentive was plainly apparent, she could see what would happen the moment the men got their hands on her. It was Leon’s turn to watch the cage, and he had Rebecca Wheeler to keep him company. He sat on a deck chair with the American girl bent over his lap, tightly bound as always, forcing her lips down over his huge cock again and again. They didn’t need a gun to make her do whatever they wanted anymore, the threat was implicit. Abbey had become desensitised to watching the men abuse her over the hours, now staring blankly, knowing how much they probably wanted to do the same to her. Also occupying her mind was what her men had found on their dive. Completely oblivious to the chaos above, they had carried on with their task and managed to haul up some kind of stone tablet after all the chaos was through. She didn’t get a good look at it from the cage, but the kidnappers had taken it with them. It must have been another clue, she might have been that close to discovering something about the lost city and yet the chances of her ever getting there were seeming slimmer by the minute. She was pulled from her thoughts by a sudden groan from Rebecca, as Leon held her head down against the base of his cock with one hand and with the other slipped a finger into her ass, gripping her tightly. He was cumming, and Abbey knew that meant he was about to swap with Leon and she would watch her getting abused all over again.

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