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... as pounding so hard it hurt, I paid the driver and got out, my legs feeling like jelly.
Before I could even take a step, two big men grabbed me they were my father’s guards.
"Let me go! I need to see my son!" I screamed, fighting against them.
They didn’t say a word.
They just dragged me inside the dark, cold warehouse, the smell of oil and dust made me cough.
They took me to a small, dirty room and pushed me inside, one of them tied my hands behind my bac ...
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