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			<description>&amp;nbsp;She could feel his gaze burning into her flesh. She wished she were dead. Anything to stop the hellish torment of his sick and twisted games.How long could this go on? How long had she been locked way in this place?Kylie had no Idea where she was, her eyes had been sewn shut and the blood from..</description>
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