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Rhea bit her lip and turned away, stifling back a whimper. She couldn't let him know that it hurt her, and she absolutely couldn't let him know that it brought her any pleasure. He had no passion for life – he was just a sick bastard. So why wasn't she so repulsed? Why did a piece of her, however small, enjoy this moment?</li>
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