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Galina

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I was pushed from behind so hard I lostout to stop the iround, tearing at skin, pain lancing up s

I’d been brought to an abandoned warehouse This could very well be where I died

I heard snickering from the two men behind me, the ones who’d forcefully taken er I felt whenever I thought of h me

I was here because of hi problem and made a bet he couldn’t talk his way out of And he’d finally included me personally in his hellhole

I should have left Vegas long ago, I thought I should have never convinced er than all this shit, that I didn’t have to leave to make a life forhe stood for behind ood

Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, and all that bullshit

For a second I conte on et kicked back down if I tried to rise, but I didn’t want to seem weak I refused to let these assholes think I was easy prey

I gathered my pride and pushednore them

Because it was thebut a white tank top and a pair of loose lounge pants They hadn’t even givenOctober—even though ere in Vegas—the temperature dropped below fifty Coupled with this dank, old warehouse and the fear that I’d probably die tonight—or worse—I started shivering

I wrappedto conserve heat, and also because I could feel how harda boner at the sight I didn’t look behindthe entrance

There were a handful ofin front of me, and I was surprised they needed so many bodies just for me The warehouse I had been taken to was clearly abandoned, the floors filthy, age and rust covering every inch of this place The scent of dirt,filled the air