144-The Wicked Old Grandma

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Genevieve: He left me in the room after drawing my blood, and I didn't protest or resist. I understood that the blood was for Caspian, so I allowed him to take it. Now, I wondered about his next move concerning me. My only option was to trust Denise. If she could get me help, my friends would be here soon, and they'd make this man pay in the worst way imaginable. As the clock kept ticking and morning approached, my anxiety intensified. It seemed like too much time had passed if Denise had already informed my friends. Or perhaps, they didn't want to come. Could that even be possible? I held my breath, sitting up straight, my eyes fixed on the door. Gradually, I heard footsteps drawing near, and I tensed, unsure of what I might face next. When the door swung open, my hopes crumbled. Alph

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