Reverence to Man
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"I just want to know how to please you, master."
"Tell me how to be of use to you."
He licked a falling drop of blood, "Submit to me. Find pleasure in the pain I gift you. Embrace it."
He drew an incision from her ear to the center of her neck, "Blood will make a woman out of you."
"Find reverence in the very man who brings you such revelation. Then, and only then, you will be your master's greatest gift."
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