At the entrance to the black market, I spotted my youngest godmother, Joyce Smith, from a distance.Excitement surged through me.I rushed toward her, ready to call out her name.Before I could, my father, Austin Long, grabbed me from behind and held my arms tight, tying me up so I could not move.My mother, Daniela Cobb, pried my mouth open.A bottle of medicine was forced down my throat, and searing pain ripped through me.I coughed up a mouthful of blood, only to realize I could no longer speak.Daniela wiped the blood that had splattered onto the hem of her skirt, her face full of disgust."Trying to get someone to call the police? Don't blame us. This is what happens when you refuse to behave."Before I had a chance to catch my breath, an icy iron mask was clamped tightly over my face.Austin, Daniela and Braxton Long each put on a mask as well.I had almost forgotten.Joyce had once told me that wealthy people loved doing terrible things, but they hated letting anyone
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