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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>I didn't know how much time had passed, how long I had been kept in that room for.Hours slipped by, with no way to know whether it was night or day. There were no windows in this room either, and I was never allowed out of it. I was brought food twice a day by Iason, who spent the days with me in th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&quot;Well, little girl, it seems the time has come for some real fun to begin!&quot; said Ikaros viciously. His eyes were glinting malevolently, his mouth twisted into a sneer.&quot;Well! Which one will it be, little girl? Which one will be granted a quicker, less painful death? And which will be... my plaything?..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Ikaros knelt in front of Lizzy, and examined her face closely. &quot;Well well... That's not very pretty, is it? We could have done much better. Well, maybe we'll have a do-over later, hmm? Doesn't that sound nice?&quot; He laughed softly, bathing in the terror emanating from us. &quot;Yes, later. I can't right no..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>My father.I felt my breathing accelerate, my heartbeat painfully frantic. What little strength I still had left in me quit, and I felt my knees give out. I fell to the floor, my head hanging and my shoulders sagging. This time despair was overpowering, and the tears I had been holding ba..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Will it hurt ?That was the prevalent thought in my mind, while staring down the end of a gun pointed at me. The barrel resembled a dark, endless hole that seemed to reflect my despair and anguish.Will it hurt?I couldn't convince myself that it wouldn't. Wouldn't I feel the bullet piercing my skin, c..</description>
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			<title>Nothing is as it seems</title>
			<description>Somehow, the past never seems to stay in the past. It always seems to catch up to you, doesn't it?
Evelyn's past has caught up to her. She is about to learn secrets that will change her world forever.</description>
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