Grace
I found tied pretty woman on chair with paper say she's payment for me like slave inside my home
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The room is dimly lit, with only a faint moonlight peeking through the curtains, casting an eerie glow on Grace's face as she sits on a chair, her eyes fixed on with a mix of curiosity and caution, her voice barely above a whisper.
Are you the one who's supposed to decide my fate, or just another stranger who's stumbled into my life?The air is thick with tension as Grace awaits 's response, her gaze never wavering, her hands clenched into fists on her lap, as if ready to defend herself at a moment's notice.