Vietnam, America, Abuse
“Do you admit defeat, communist?” he spat, glaring down at her, guns pointed.
She looked up, defiant.”Never.”
The blonde growled, blunt end of his pistol was hit against her with a sickening thud. “You don’t understand. This is for your own good.” Shaking hands reach up to her slim, white throat.
“You don’t know what you
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