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Treasure

Control

I wake up terrified, humiliated, and chained to a wall.The shackles around my wrists mean only one thing.He owns me now. With his dark glares and barked orders, he is dangerous.He is my tormentor, my captor, a threat to my very existence. Not to be toyed with.Even if my frightened mind whispersmaybeEven if I am very curious how such a man came to be.I am still his dark and twisted pet, to cherish or to scorn.And I am starting to love the darkness...

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