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Greg looks at me and smiles a wicked smile. “Oh baby doll, I’m only trying to keep you safe from anyone that would try to take you away from me,” he says while rubbing the knife on my face, “I only do this because I love you.”
Greg puts the knife back on the table and starts to rub my body. “Get the hell off of me Greg!” I yell as I start to struggle. SMACK! All around the basement, you can hear the echo from him slapping me across the face. “Stop moving and let Daddy have fun with his princess,” he whispers in my ear.
I feel tears seeping out of my eyes and I start to cry. “Let me go….. please?” I say softly and my voice crackles.
“Oh baby, don’t cry. I’m going to take great care of you,” he says as his hands slide down my waist.