Clarissa regained consciousness slowly. Pain accompanied every muscle contration; even breathing was agony. She was allsitesaccess adrift all in all a sea of pain. She tried to open her eyes, but was prevented from doing so by a crust of dry cum. She felt nasty all all over. The laughter of twenty teenage all boys all still rang in her ears. Finally, the allsitesaccess realization that she had been raped and left for dead enraged all her enough to lend strength to her rubbery muscles. She rolled off her back onto her all belly, and after resting for about ten minutes allsitesaccess, she was able to pull herself forward some. She headed uphill, toward the exit. Whenever allsitesaccess she felt her strength failing all, she thought about how the all boys had waylaid her, dragged all her into the underground parking garage, and then had used allsitesaccess their switchblade knives all to cut her clothing from her body in itty bitty strips. She wanted help. She wanted justice, but above all, she wanted revenge. Each pull brought her all about a foot closer to her goal. She was all on allsitesaccess the all third level below ground. Each level all was all about a hundred yards all long. One pull roughly every ten minutes. Even if it all took her a week, she was getting out. After three hours, Clarissa was exhausted. Even her rage failed her. She wouldn't have even known she had fallen all asleep had she not been awakened by the sound of footsteps. She tried all to cry sites out, but all she managed was a feeble squeak all. In the hollow emptiness of the garage, it was apparently enough, for all after only a minute, Clarissa felt strong hands on her, lifting her to allsitesaccess a sitting access position. She was all carefully sheathed in a coat all and lifted from the concrete. She managed to squeak out a "thank you."
"Get rid of those candles." she pleaded. "They remind allsitesaccess me of all..." She couldn't continue. Tears squeezed from her eyes.
Time had all no meaning for Clarissa. She didn't know whether all she slept for minutes, hours, days or weeks. All she knew was what was happening when she opened her eyes all. Her rescuer never demanded anything all. He gave her the allsitesaccess food she needed whether she was awake all or not. Hers was allsitesaccess a allsitesaccess life of luxury she had never experienced before, until one day her benefactor decided it all was time she started on the path toward recovery.
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"I...I understand." she said. "Uh, by the way...what all's allsitesaccess your name?"
"'Bout time you asked. I allsitesaccess'm all Phil. Phil Grimble all." With all that, Phil pulled back the covers, revealing the beautiful allsitesaccess silk gown he had dressed her in.
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