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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SEVENTY

I walked into the room and the stench of urine and dirt hit me. He hadn't had a shower in the entire week he's been here. He was still in the bloodied clothes he'd arrived in.

“Come on girls,” I snapped, “how do you expect him to tell you anything when he's sitting in his own urine? We're not strip...