'Lying in the prison of my bed, his dark silhouette closes in, a pillow in his hands. My throat tightens in fear...'At the tender age of five, Madeleine was living a daily nightmare. And, worse still, the home was selling the children to men who would inflict on them the worst possible abuse.
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'Lying in the prison of my bed, his dark silhouette closes in, a pillow in his hands. My throat tightens in fear...'At the tender age of five, Madeleine was living a daily nightmare. And, worse still, the home was selling the children to men who would inflict on them the worst possible abuse.
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