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“What the fuck are you doing?” said Huerto. He was holding Amanda up, his fist clenching her hair.
Bethany concealed the knife behind her back. She did not want the sick-kidnapper to know she found it.
Four months since Bethany was taken from her normal life. Amanda just arrived, and it was Huerto’s intention to make a wife out of her. Bethany already was.
Huerto pointed the gun. “What do you got there honey?”
Bethany swallowed and looked at Amanda. The teenager’s face was bloodied from the beating. Her eyes were down and her blond hair was layered with red streaks from Huerto’s wet fingers.
“A good wife doesn’t hide things from her husband.”
Amanda lifted her chin. Her mouth was agape and jaw looked off center. She shook her head slowly side to side. She asked Bethany earlier not to put her…
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