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When Sadie came to she was lying face first on the cold hard floor and Ichika was mounted on her lower back, delivering a non-stop barrage of straight punches down on her head.

Each of them accompanied by a fierce ‘HIYAA!’ and each of them infused with a mixture of vicious hate and sadistic release.

Sadie was more than a prisoner of war at this point. She had become a plaything to her tormentors. An outlet for their rage.

Yui walked up to Sadie, her feet apart, hands on her hips as she looked down on the American girl. “Kiss it.” She commanded dryly this time. Her patience thinning out.

Sadie’s heart sunk. Swallowing a sob, she tried to curl her head into her own shoulder. She wanted to vanish from this world. To fade painlessly out of the frame. But of course, Ichika would have none of that.

Savagely pulling her head up by the hair, she forced Sadie to look up at Yui. She forced Sadie to confront the truth. Whether this was a prison, a nightmare or hell itself … Nobody was coming to rescue her.

She was completely and utterly alone.

“Kiss it… Or talk.” Yui said with a smirk - as silent tears rolled off Sadie’s cheeks.

(To be continued.)

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