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Sarah delicately passes her hand on her back. She shudders as she feels the scars, all of them are now bleeding. She gets a wet cloth and whimpers as she cleans the injuries Anthony had inflicted on her. On his wife. Sarah had gotten used to it by now, she knew it was her fault, she knew that if she goes out with friends Anthony gets angry. ‘ But it’s for my own good ‘ , she thinks. This time was a bit different, though. He had hit her more than usual, harder than usual. A small tear runs down her cheek, it hurts. But she doesn’t care about the cuts, the scars, the blood. She loves Anthony, and Anthony loves her.

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Right?