Vanessa, The Compassionate Nurse From India

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I quickly cut the ropes tying her limbs, starting with the rope around her right ankle. XXX She practically spat the words out. Once I got down there, I went behind the stairs and removed the cleverly placed boxes, revealing the hidden wooden panel that led to the secret room. Ahhh…”
I shuddered and curled tighter under the sheet. I would even be grateful if she would slap me across the face. She picked up after two tone and asked what’s the problem. “Did she say when she’ll be back?” I added. Layla!” Laura screamed in pain. Even that took a few seconds. I hazarded a glance and instantly regretted it. So there wasn’t any point to be discreet. The smell of alcohol immediately hit me and I turned to my aunt. My heart clenched as she took another long swig. “We are at the mall, shopping for the stuff Laura will need for her college.”
Yeah, right.

Vanessa, The Compassionate Nurse From India