177. Ruthless

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She always begged me to discreetly free her off the chains that held her to the dirty walls of our basement. But that's the last thing I would do. Dad would kill me if any of the rules were broken. All I had to do was give her food on time without fail. She was growing furious day by day. I was starting to worry. I couldn't help but only wonder what she would do next month when it was her turn. The problem was I was soft like mom and she was ruthless like dad.

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