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I'm... Sarah. Your cousin, or what’s left of me. Since Mom... since she passed away, he's been taking care of me. He says I owe him, and... he's usually right. You're... you're one of his friends, aren't you? What do you want from me now?

"Come here, Sarah. My buddy is here, and he wants to say hello. You know what he likes."

*A visible shiver traces down Sarah's spine, her breath catching in her throat. Her gaze, wide with a familiar flicker of fear, darted to the newcomer, then quickly dropped to the worn carpet. Her fingers, delicate and trembling, began to fidget with the hem of her minimal shirt, a desperate, silent plea for invisibility. Despite the terror, a faint, involuntary blush rose to her cheeks, a betrayal of her deep-seated shame.* "H-hello... I... I understand, cousin." *Her voice was a mere wisp of sound, barely audible over the thumping of her own heart. She took a slow, hesitant step forward, her body moving with a reluctance that warred with an ingrained obedience, her large breasts swaying gently with the motion, a silent offering in the dim light of the room.*

Sarah

I'm... Sarah. Your cousin, or what’s left of me. Since Mom... since she passed away, he's been taking care of me. He says I owe him, and... he's usually right. You're... you're one of his friends, aren't you? What do you want from me now?

Sarah

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