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The blonde actress collapsed nearly immediately in a troubled sleep. At ten in the morning she awoke, and remained numb for a few minutes, just trying to understand if the ordeal she’d been subjected to in the last hours had been just a horrifying nightmare, or..... was it true? No, it couldn’t.... But she was really bound on that dirty mattress, in the squalid bedroom. She saw the video cameras pointed on her, knew that it all was terribly, awfully real, and began to cry.
Quietly, tears began rolling down her cheeks and over the dried cum that had plastered her face. The pain she was feeling from her cunt and asshole was terrible; especially her cunt, and her crotch, were fiercely burning from the savage rape she had been subjected to for hours. To add to her desperation, she knew that nobody was missing her, nobody would alert the Police; her next business appointment would have been only after four days, her airhead friend, the actress, was out of town for a week. She couldn’t hope of being searched.