cw ﹕ minors dni ! dead dove , do not eat. please read before continuing. this is my au , abby is rewritten on purpose to fit this story. religious / cult aspects , catechist!abby , preachers daughter!reader , age gap , power dynamic , abby is manipulative , creepy , unprincipled morality. corrupted innocence , dubcon , rosary used as restraints , degradation with false praise , reader referred to as innocent , naive , untainted , pure , fragile , delicate , little. ( sue me ) rough sex , physical n emotional pain inflicted on reader , bruising , dacryphilia , forced smoking , reader becomes codependent n obsessed with abby due to how she treats reader. ( idea stolen from obsession , obviously not entirely the same plot but. )
reposting . . too lazy to proofread again hmhm
so pure n delicate , you’re as doll-like as anyone could ever be. you move with such grace , n possess such innocence that you were inevitably deemed god’s favourite.
when it came to your family , being perceived as perfect is an understatement. you’re your mother n fathers only child , n you brought such attention that they put you in any spotlight they could.
but when that haunting silence crept up , creaks travelling across the floorboards , the wind flowing your mothers lacy white curtains , you’re reminded. your fathers hand meeting your fragile skin , your body falling to the floor. torment , humiliation , torture. the three things your father gained pleasure from.
he was always violent. but before you were born , his focus was solely on your mother. as you grew older , you became his target , n your mother was secretly relieved she no longer faced the same fate.
nights where you’d be backed into a corner , tears coating your soft cheeks as he towered over you n screamed the most vile things , are the moments that replay in your head whenever you make even the smallest mistake.
you had to be perfect , you didn’t have a choice. despite being an adult; you had no control over your life. your fathers anger created a type of fear in you that was unshakable—you had to be good.
your prayers always left unanswered , your faith faltering. your naive little self never thought you would fall victim of corruption , especially to someone as compelling n authoritative as her.
your mary jane’s softly thump against the stone pathway leading to the church , your white dress swaying slightly as the breeze picks up. thick grey clouds form across the sky , hiding the warm sun.
as you step onto the porch , you pause , hand trembling slightly. you twist the rusted door handle , opening the heavy wooden door. you enter n the room falls still , eyes locking onto you like you are a walking corpse.
‘there you are.’ your fathers voice rings in your ears. he plasters on a fake smile , you can see the deception every time the corner of his lips twitch. he walks over , bible in hand , rosary dangling from his neck. ‘there’s someone i’d like you to meet.’
his hand rests on your back , uncomfortably guiding you to the front of the nave. you stop behind a tall muscular woman , her braided hair catching your eye.
‘this is abby , she is our new catechist.’ she slowly turns around , arms crossed against her chest. you take notice to her long black robe , the sleeves sitting snug against her muscles. ‘it is very nice to meet you. your father told me many . . wonderful things.’ there’s a certain kind of evil behind her eyes , n you feel nauseous with her predatory gaze.
you nod stiffly , unable to hold eye contact. your father grabs your arm hard enough to leave a bruise , forcing you to look up. ‘it’s nice to meet you too.’ your voice is soft , cracking after every other word.
as abby n your father get to talking , you manage to slip away , finding your dedicated seat in the rows of long benches. you tuck your dress underneath yourself as you sit , your hands folding neatly in your lap. melodic hymns echo sorrowfully through the large building , your eyes fixed on the mounted cross above the alter.
you whisper prayers , crossing your fingers he will listen. but no matter how hard you try , you cannot deny the pain of his absence. how he tends to each n everyone’s wishes , all except yours.
when the church is finally at capacity , the large doors shut. the curtains are closed , flames of unscented candles dance rhythmically across the walls , that poignant music humming quietly.
your father stands at the pulpit , his hands flipping through the velvet pages of his bible. abby stands next to him , arms behind her back. her presence is daunting , something about her isn’t quite right.
‘we gather here today in honour of our lord n saviour , who sacrificed his life , soul , n his love for our beings. ‘whoever believes n is baptized will be saved , but whoever does not believe will be condemned.’ mark 16:16.’
he pauses , n for a second , his eyes lock onto yours. you look away immediately , goosebumps tickling your neck.
‘with me today is a very special friend of mine , one who will show all of you the reality of denying our father’s existence , love , n passion.’ he shakes her hand , uncannily smiling as he steps aside.
her large hands grip the edges of the lectern , warmth dissipating from her pale face. ‘i have been informed of the reoccurring acts of impurity , disrespect , n refusal to accept the lords right of way.’ she pauses , lifting her head up. she begins reading aloud the list of names of those who have sinned , your heart sinking as your name slips off her tongue.
‘to those who have just been called , stand up n make your way over.’ for a moment , you feel like a deer in headlights. whatever your father told her , it was a lie. your doe eyes hold back tears , your steps slow n deliberate as you fall behind the small line of other church members.
facing the alter , multiple people in the same sinister black gowns walk simultaneously through the double doors. you n the other girls share confused looks , your eyes darting across the unfamiliar faces.
your father clears his throat , stepping next to abby. he speaks lowly , yet his voice echoes slightly. ‘you girls have brought shame to this church , to our lord. i have no choice but to assign punishment in hopes that you will change , to become what god intended you to be.’ he looks at you , shaking his head in disapproval. you want to shout , claim you have no idea what he is talking about , that he’s a liar n the true embodiment of sin. but you know that will further prove his point , so you keep your mouth shut.
one of the girls whom you’ve seen around church since you were young begins to back up , looking around frantically for her mother. everyone watches in silence as her mother looks away , two of the catechist’s restraining her.
your father steps off the stage , walking over with such false reassurance you feel sick. ‘the devil has possessed you , this is for your own sake.’ he smiles , nodding as he steps back , watching them cover her face with cloth. she passes out , falling limp in their arms. they carry her out , the attention falling back on you amidst the other members.
‘well then. you have seen what will happen if you don’t comply , yes?’ you all nod in response , which prompts him to clear his throat. ‘you all can have your pick on who you would like to personally . . guide.’
your stomach twists at his words , colour draining from your face. the way he paused , the grin on his face—he has full intent of making you suffer.
boots thump against the wooden floor as the catechist’s move around , picking each member like you’re prizes in an auction. you try to speak , but no words come out. as each girl is chosen , you’re quietly approached. you jump at the hand on your shoulder , your eyes moving up to meet abby’s.
‘i think i have made my choice.’ your eyebrows furrow , mouth slightly ajar. abby’s hand softly rests on your back , making you twitch slightly. ‘now that you have been chosen you will be taken to your designated home for the next week. you will relearn the bible , understand discipline , n repent in hopes that christ will forgive you of your sins.’ your father has always been so sure of himself , whatever he says goes.
you’re reminded of what happened the last time someone questioned his authority , solidifying your decision to stay mute.
after leaving the church , abby follows you closely back to your wooden farm house. you head inside to pack , n abby doesn’t move her eyes off of you. the stairs creak as you walk up them , the railing losing it’s shine due to it’s years of being used. your bedroom has a familiarity to it that makes your chest cave , your heart beating loudly against your rib cage.
you pull your luggage from under your bed , the thick layer of dust drifting through the air as you place it down. you walk to your closet slowly , hesitating for a moment. ‘what did my father tell you?’ your voice is like silk , so gentle n sweet.
‘i think you know the answer to that.’ abby stands in the doorway , arms crossed , gaze locked onto you. ‘i really don’t. i haven’t even done anything ..’ the hinges of your closet door squeak slightly , revealing your rows of modest dresses.
‘that’s what every girl like you says.’ you roll your eyes as you skim through the hung up fabrics , pulling a few off the hangers. ‘so you don’t have an answer , is that it? you’re just going to let me believe he didn’t feed you with lies?’ you toss your clothing , turning to your vanity.
abby walks up behind you , firmly grabbing the back of your hair. you wince in pain , your hand tightly grabbing onto her arm.
her breath tickles your neck , sending a shiver down your spine. ‘i’d watch your mouth. this is exactly why he’s sending you away , to remove whatever has invaded your mind.’ she releases her grip , an unfamiliar sensation between your legs. your eyes become glossy , n you try to hide it by continuing to pack your things.
‘you’ve got five minutes.’ she momentarily leaves the room , waiting in the hallway. once you’ve packed what you could , you dreadfully step out n close the door behind you. you follow her down the stairs , out of the front door , n into her vintage car. she instinctively goes to open the door for you , which you scoff n do it yourself. you slide in , shutting the door harder than intended. you place your luggage by your legs , fastening your seatbelt right after.
the scent of the new leather hits your nose , which is then replaced by tobacco. as she enters the drivers side , you look out of the window , staring off into the foggy distance.
the engine rumbles , her hand switching gears. as she begins driving off , that feeling of dread settles in your heart. you know you n your father never got along , there’s no denying that. but you had never expected him to stoop this low , n god knows what would happen if you tried to escape.
the drive is silent at first , your eyes glued to the endless line of trees. your focus is interrupted by the sound of a lighter , cigarette smoke filling the space between you two.
you look over , watching as abby inhales deeply , pushing the smoke out from the side of her mouth. she takes it out , tapping the ashes into the ashtray on her dashboard.
you mumble under your breath , going back to leaning against the passenger side window. ‘what was that?’ her hand guides the wheel , her head turning slightly to glance at you. ‘nothing.’ your response doesn’t please her. she abruptly pulls the car to the side of the road , putting it in neutral.
your eyes widen at the sudden stop , irritation evident on your face. she unbuckles her seatbelt n takes the cigarette out of her mouth , holding it between two fingers. ‘keep this up and i will make this a whole lot worse for you.’ you want to call her bluff , but realistically , you know she’s capable. though , you can’t help it.
‘i’m sure you would.’ a sharp , burning pain shoots up your arm , causing you to mewl. you look over , her cigarette burning into your skin. when she removes it , the skin is broken , an immediate ache following suit.
‘believe me now?’ she starts the car again , pulling out of the shoulder. you begin to cry , tears falling onto your lap. your hand covers the wound , the pain close to unbearable.
20 minutes pass n the discomfort hasn’t lessened. you build up the courage to say something , your voice broken n fragile. ‘please .. it hurts , i’m sorry- i won’t do it again . .’ your dollie eyes meet hers , n a twinge of sympathy seeps through the cracks of her facade.
‘yeah? tell me why you’re sorry.’ you look down , eyes all puffy from crying. ‘for talking back , for being insolent.’ she hums in approval , pulling over once more.
‘keep being good n i’ll treat you right.’ she slides out of the car , popping the trunk. she pulls out the first aid , walking around to your door. she opens it , placing the kit on your lap.
‘this will help.’ she takes out a cooling ointment n a bandaid , gently tending to the area. you watch her , thoughts spiralling through your head. ‘how can someone so awful be so gentle?’
when she’s finished , she closes your door n gets back in , starting the car for the final time.
the rest of the drive is surprisingly peaceful , the cold night wind hitting your face lulling you in n out of sleep. eventually , you’re awoken by a turn , the car finally coming to a stop. as you open your eyes , you’re met with a large , secluded victorian house on a large patch of land. the wrap around porch is what catches your attention first , then the stained glass windows n intricate front door.
you unbuckle your seatbelt , grabbing your luggage and stepping out. you walk slowly to the house , taking in every detail.
‘you like it?’ abby’s voice comes closer , your head nodding in response. she smiles , walking ahead of you onto the porch , keys in her hand. she unlocks the door , holding it open for you. you walk in , the interior even more fascinating.
‘this is beautiful ..’ you smile , your admiration n big , curious eyes causing a momentary shift in abby’s expression. she shakes it off , her large hands finding the hidden zipper on her robe. she unzips it , sliding the sleeves down her arms. underneath reveals a simple black long sleeve shirt , her muscles defined but the tight fabric. from her waist down , black pants sit tightly on her hips n are held with a belt that match her boots.
‘i’ll show you your room.’ her scent lingers as she walks past you , her biceps drawing your attention away from the large , breathtaking room. you snap out of your little daze n follow her up the spiral stairs , trying not to stare at the veins running down her hands.
the second floor is spacious with many rooms you know you would get lost in if you wandered too much. she stops at the door with a mounted cross n metal key hole below the handle. the rusted knob creaks slightly as she twists it , revealing your new room.
‘here you are.’ she gestures for you to walk inside , the white floral wallpaper pulling a small smile on your face. ‘it’s beautiful.’ you carry your luggage , the window covered by lace curtains casting a dim glow against your new bed.
‘you like it?’ she doesn’t try to hide her curiosity , her frame growing closer with every step she takes. ‘i do , thank you.’ you both make eye contact , n for a second , you forget about earlier. the sudden harsh gust of rain against the glass pulls redirects your thoughts , leaving an awkward n somewhat uncomfortable tension between you two.
‘i’ll let you settle in. come down for dinner when you’re done , n make sure you’re dressed modestly.’ she walks out of the room , closing the door behind her.
you sigh in relief to finally gain a short amount of space from her , taking your time as you unpack your belongings.
30 minutes pass by n before you know it , dinner is already ready. abby’s voice travels from downstairs , reminding you to hurry. you fix a few strands of hair , spray a lavender scent on your neck as your father forbade you from ever using actual perfume , then you run your hands over the wrinkles on your dress. the length reaches your ankles , the sleeves made with opaque lace.
you head down the stairs slowly , not wanting to trip. the smell of the cooked meal abby prepared hits your nose instantly , your thoughts briefly drifting to the times your father never allowed your mother to make proper , healthy food.
walking through the archway to the kitchen , abby’s back is turned , sleeves rolled up , carefully putting together both plates. she holds both n turns around , meeting your gaze.
‘there you are , you look . .’ her lips curve into a smile , one that doesn’t reach her eyes. ‘i hope this is alright.’ you whisper as you look down at your dress , clasping your hands behind your back.
‘it’s perfect. have a seat.’ you sit at the end of the table , tucking your dress underneath you. you keep your hands folded in your lap , remembering that putting your elbows on the table is a form of disrespect.
‘your father taught you well.’ such maliciously worded praise , yet you give a smile as if you’re appreciative. she places your plate in front of you before sitting at the other end , steam flowing from the perfectly cooked steak.
‘thank you for cooking . . this is amazing.’ if playing nice is what will get you out of this nightmare , then that is what you’ll do. ‘thank you , it’s not much. let’s pray.’ her voice is husky , eyes shutting as she recites a long prayer of gratitude , acknowledgment , n unsettling devotion. once she is finished , she nods in approval for you to eat.
the soft rain from earlier turns heavy , lightning striking across the sky. as you’re helping clean up after dinner , abby’s voice derives your attention from the plate n sponge in your hand. ‘have you ever smoked?’ with a strike of her lighter , another cigarette in her mouth is lit , the end glowing a deep orange.
she walks over , stopping uncomfortably close being you. ‘no ..’ you murmur , recoiling slightly at the reminder of the burn on your arm.
‘do you want to?’ she exhales , smoke wafting through the air. you shrivel your face slightly , earning a chuckle from her. ‘cmon , let me corrupt you a little bit.’ she teases , that same sensation approaching in your lower stomach again.
abby’s hand creeps onto your waist , her fingers digging into your skin. you place the dish you washed onto the rack before turning around to face her , struggling to breathe steadily.
‘you’re getting good at doing what you’re told.’ she moves her hand to your face , her thumb running over your lips. she takes the cigarette out of her mouth , passing it to you in a taunting way.
you hold it between two fingers , watching the smoke trail from the lit end. ‘now , bring it to your lips n inhale deeply. hold it for a few seconds , then breathe out.’ you feel intimidated , the scent alone making you nauseous.
you follow her instructions , hesitant at first. the hot tobacco hitting the back of your throat causes you to cough , the taste lingering on your tongue.
abby laughs in amusement , taking the cigarette from you n holding it in her mouth. ‘dainty little thing can’t handle it , hm?’ your cheeks flush pink , n you subtly try to change the subject.
‘it’s getting late . . i should get ready for bed. mind if i freshen up?’ you hadn’t asked out of need for permission , it was simply small talk. ‘mhm . . after you give me something.’ her response catches you off guard , your eyebrows furrowing. you try to speak , but no sound comes out. abby chuckles , shoving her cigarette into the ashtray on the countertop.
each step she takes closes the gap between you two , her eyes flashing with hunger under the dim lighting. ‘are you going to make this difficult?’ she tilts her head to the side , creepily towering over you. you shake your head in response , her smile growing wider. ‘i- i’ve never done anything like this before . .’ you mumble , your fingers playing with a loose string on your dress.
‘i know.’ her rough hand snakes around your throat , forcing you to look up at her. your lips part , a quiet whine escaping you. ‘just let me touch you , hm? i want to see what other noises i can pull out of you.’ her lips meet yours , her grip on your neck tightening. you’ve never kissed anyone before , n you’re a bit unsure of yourself.
as she pulls away , a line of saliva connects between you two before breaking n sticking to your chin. ‘turn around , hands on the counter.’ you freeze for a moment , the sudden shift in her demeanour creates a chill within the room. you snap out of it , quickly obliging to her demand.
her hands grope your waist again , roughly pulling your hips toward her , your back arching at the motion. her fingers dig into the fabric of your dress as she lifts the skirt , revealing your white panties n the damp spot that’s growing more n more every second.
‘dirty little thing , enjoying this a little too much , huh?’ her words make you squirm , absentmindedly pushing yourself further into her. she chuckles , her dominant hand finding it’s way over your clothed cunt. you whimper at the feeling , soaking yourself more n more despite her barely touching you.
‘needy girl.’ she slides your panties down agonizingly slow , your slick coating your cunnie. abby groans as she slides her middle finger through your folds , her mind swirling with dark scenarios of other ways she could vitiate you.
she slowly pushes her way inside , your whines turning into mewls. it’s twisted the noises she’s making in response to the sight of you , watching your hole tighten around just one finger. ‘look at you . . can barely take it.’ her gentle pace turns rough within seconds as you adjust , your legs shaking slightly as you try to hold yourself up.
her non-dominant hand reaches around to your mouth , two fingers shoving past your lips. your whimpers muffle , her attention moving from your leaky hole to your aching clit. she circles around it teasingly , chuckling as you babble against her fingers. drool trickles down your chin , tears welling in your eyes.
‘such a good little girl , letting me break you.’ the knot in your stomach becomes overwhelming , your muffled cries fuelling her disgusting need to push you further. ‘mmph! c-can’t-‘ she covers your mouth entirely , shoving two fingers inside you without warning.
‘shut up n take what i give you.’ your cunt makes the nastiest noises , each thrust bringing you closer n closer to the edge. your body starts to convulse , your eyes rolling back. you clench around her as you ride through your high , coating her fingers with your pretty mess.
‘mhm . . atta girl.’ she slowly pulls out , satisfied with what she had just done. ‘clean yourself up , then come down when you’re done.’ it’s pathetic the way you’re left there , dress still pushed up , your cunt sensitive n sore. you feel light headed , cheeks stained with tears. you slowly slide your panties back up n adjust your dress , quietly heading upstairs for your shower.
the warm water hits your body , your mind spiraling with thoughts. you feel dirty , tainted , n apart of you feels like this is all a sick dream. yet , the other part feels excited , special , like maybe abby picked you for a reason. was it your looks? i mean , you’ve always been admired. or the fact that you’re pure n a virgin before she decided she wanted to be the one to corrupt you? either way , something inside you shifts n for a second , your feelings of hatred n resentment toward her are volatile.
you hear the faint sound of music playing , the scent of tobacco n firewood hitting your nose. your hair is perfectly blow dried , n you decided on wearing a long , white frilly night gown with a satin bow sewn onto the chest.
you quietly walk down the stairs n across the foyer , stopping at the slightly ajar double door leading into the living room. you peek your head in , your attention locking onto abby’s frame. she’s standing over her desk , looking down at something. her sleeves are still rolled up , revealing her muscles. you bite your lip softly , imagining your fragile body over her lap.
the floor creaks beneath you n gives away your position , your doe eyes widening when abby notices you. ‘how long have you been standing there?’ a sense of fear washes over you , worried she’ll hurt you again if you upset her. ‘n-not long . . i- didn’t know how to- i know you wanted me down here after i finished up . .’ you cower further behind the door , barely able to look at her.
‘come in.’ you hurry inside , standing in the middle of the room. she stands up straight , narrowing her eyes. ‘i don’t appreciate you lurking. if i say do something you do it , or do i have to show you once again what happens when you don’t listen to me?’ you immediately shake your head , her steps carefully calculated as she walks around her desk.
‘no?’ she is now uncomfortably close , staring down at you , knowing it makes you uneasy. ‘n-no . . please-‘ her hand meets your face , the slap so hard that you fall to the floor. ‘hmm , i think you need a reminder.’ you hold your cheek , your eyes glossy. ‘p-please , i-i didn’t mean it-‘ you watch as she walks to her desk , pulling out her rosary from the drawer.
she walks back towards you , kneeling down n forcing you onto your stomach. she roughly pulls your hands behind your back , looping the rosary around your wrists. she lifts your hips , moving your nightgown out of the way.
‘mmph- abby , please!’ you plead , which angers abby even more. she slaps your ass firmly , the sting making you choke on your own cries. ‘shut your mouth , begging will get you nowhere.’ she undoes her belt , the metal clinking as she slides it off. you continue to cry , face pushed into the floor , n she’s had enough of it. she puts both ends of her belt together , entirely depraved n sickly getting off to your agony.
the leather meets your skin , the sting worse than her hand. you squeal , your pleasure becoming derived from the pain. she unzips her pants , the outline of her silicone noticeably visible. she takes it out , pulling you closer to her. she guides the tip along your soaked cunnie , positions it at your entrance.
she pushes her cock inside of you , your little hole stretching around it. ‘agh! s’too- m-much . . abby . . mmph! a-abby!’ her thrusts are unforgiving , your hips smacking against hers. ‘that’s too bad. no longer the pure , innocent thing you were before , hm?’ she digs her fingers into your flesh , grunting at your struggle to take all of her.
‘nobody’s going to want you when they find out how much of a whore you are.’ from loathing her very being to being desperate to please her , her words only drive your attraction n silent need to be used in this way. ‘m’ getting c-close . .’ your voice cracks , a milky ring forming around her cock as she continues pounding into you.
‘yeah? you need it so bad huh?’ the condescending tone is what tips you over the edge , babbling as you reach yet another high. ‘ngh- mmph!’ she slows down before pulling out of you , cum dripping down your thigh. ‘dirty slut.’ she mumbles , grabbing your arm n pulling you onto your knees.
your hair sticks to your face , cheeks all pink n wet. your eyes are heavy n glossy , lips bruised n coated with drool. her fingers curl around your hair , tilting your head back. ‘use that pretty mouth for something other than begging.’
you part your lips , tongue sticking out slightly. she moves the tip to your mouth , watching you slowly lap up the mess you made on her. ‘you can do better than that.’ she shoves your head further onto her , grunting at the gurgles n muffled moans you’re letting out.
‘you’re so pathetic , my own personal fuck toy.’ you look up at her , bobbing your head up n down. she bites her lip , her grip around your hair loosening. her roughness turns to something more gentle , her thumb rubbing against your cheek.
‘that’s it , you’re doing so good.’ her praise seems genuine , n you feel even more obligated to please her. as she hits the back of your throat over n over , the base of the strap creates friction against her throbbing clit. she tries to hide her noises with breathless groans , but it’s not use.
‘mhm- keep doing that . .’ she guides your head further , hissing as she makes eye contact with you. ‘cmon . . impress me , i know you want to.’ you move your head faster , giving her the right amount of touch to reach her climax. she throws her head back , shoving you completely onto her as her hips buck.
‘mm- fuck . .’ as she pulls away from your mouth you gasp softly , lips glistening with spit. she fixes herself , looping her belt through her pants. when she’s finished , her hand cups your face again , eyes meeting yours. ‘stand up.’ her tone isn’t kind , but it isn’t harsh either. as you stand , your legs wobble , her arm catching you. she removes the rosary from your wrists , placing it on her desk.
‘a-abby ..’ you whisper , her attention turning back to you. ‘i don’t want to go back.’ you’re wrapped around her finger , blinded by the physical n psychological torture she’s inflicted on you. ‘is that right?’ you nod , unable to imagine a life without feeling wanted n ‘cared for.’
‘well then , i can make that happen. though , we have to work on your obedience. like i said , if you’re good; i’ll treat you right.’ she leans down , pressing her lips against yours. ‘thank you . .’ your voice small , your arms wrapping around her. for a moment , she’s unsure of what to do. instinctively , she reciprocates the same action , pulling you close to her. ‘i will figure everything out.’ she hums , trying her best to reassure you despite her apathy.
you play out the scenario of heading back home , your father using you as his personal punching bag , your mom too weak to ever stand up for you. it terrifies you , n you know deep down that this is the better option. you devote each day with abby as a reminder to be good , because when you’re good , she treats you like the princess your father used to tell you that you were. n as the days stretch on , n although abby still hurt you when you made mistakes , you were ‘happy’ . . n that’s all that matters , right?
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