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As he continued to thrust the stool moved forward towards the fire. 
“Father please, it’s too hot!”
 He continued. She screamed as she grew closer to the flames, finally so close she was able to brace her hands against the hot brick edges. She stayed like this, face inches from the flames, body taut as she used every bit of strength she had from being burned alive. He squeezed at her hips and thin waist as he thrusted Hardcore into her with immense strength. As he finished he spit on her back and her arms collapsed to her sides. She was unable to move. The door slammed and reopened as the Upkeeper pulled her up and placed her in her plush bed. 
 “Sleep miss. The next one will be here this evening.”
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She had an innocent; naturally beautiful face that at once displayed both nervousness and a licentious mystery that nobody could truly read; and beady eyes that saw everything and gave away little. She had a cute, crooked smile and a quiet, gentle, disarming voice and a strange habit of hiding her hands inside the sleeves of her jumper so that just the tops of her fingers were exposed. She was a transient. That’s what they called kids like Abby—nobody, trouble, a misfit. She had been labelled many things by a society that did not really know how to deal with children in care. And that’s what she was. Social Services had taken her from her mother—a mother who sought refuge in drugs rather than parenting—when she was young and she had bounced around from foster home to care home for the majority of her young life. She rebelled because it was all she knew how to do. She fought back against a system that did not understand or listen to her. She got in trouble, mixed with the wrong crowd and as she had told the police the last time she had been brought back to this place; “this wasn’t the life I chose or wanted.” Years later she would think about that night and about how she did not really know how she ended up where she did, or what had happened with complete clarity. She would remember bits in dreams, and see things that she had blowjob no memory of but that she knew was from that night. It all just seemed to be a series of strange happenstances, and for the most part a black emptiness where memories had been, but she would agree that it had shaped her life desi considerable. “Abby. Abby. Abby.” The sound of knocking came from her outside her door, and interrupted Abby just as her soft but harsh and irregular breathing, coupled with the hum of the muzak, had brought indian her close to the peak of her pleasure. 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