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html import

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Server

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site name

The Forced Red Dress2~TrulyAbigail ©

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The Forced Red Dress2~TrulyAbigail © – trulyabigail.wordpress.com Skip to content The Forced Red Dress2~TrulyAbigail © trulyabigail.wordpress.com Broken Skin  ~ ©TrulyAbigail© INT. DIMLY LIT ROOM – NIGHT A woman, SOPHIA, stands in front of a cracked mirror. Her face is bruised but defiant. She clutches a small suitcase in one hand and a journal in the other. Her voice shakes as she speaks, but her resolve is unbreakable. SOPHIA (voice trembling) He was never kind… never gentle… never good to me. (She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes fierce now.) Every day, he hurt me. Controlled me. His fists. His… (She chokes on her words but quickly steadies herself.) …his hands. They were weapons, not love. (She turns away from the mirror, pacing the room.) I never wanted this. To be a prisoner to his twisted ego. An ego filled with evil. (She pauses, her gaze hardening.) To the world, he’s charming. A smiling face at the grocery store. A polite nod to the neighbors....

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