THE GIRL SURVIVES — FICTION

My Mother’s Choice

So, I wasn’t the favorite, but I didn’t expect this

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I realized my mouth was hanging open. I snapped it shut.

As I began to realize what was happening, I felt a heaviness in the pit of my stomach. The tall man smiled at me, a sickening, evil lip-curl. It dawned on me. A feeling snapped into place like…