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"I'm your Master and you're my slave. You will do everything I want. When I say everything I mean it. No ifs, no buts just "Yes Master". Do you understand me Yana?." He said in a very serious tone.
And when she didn't answer he whip the flogger on her stomach near her navel.
"Ah!" A moan slips on her mouth.
It hurts. But she can't stop herself from liking it. She's a slave of her own body.
A slave of her own mind.
A slave of her own heart.
And the last but not the least....
Slave of whom she thought will love her for eternity.
She guess she was wrong.
And again a flogger hit her. Waking her up in her own dream.
"I said do you understand me Yana?" He said in a monotone voice that he only uses when he's in a meeting with his delegates.
I'm not Yana! She wants to shout it in his face. But for her sisters sake she didn't.
"Yes Sancho!" And again a whip of a flogger hit her.
"What did you say?" He ask with a very dark voice.
"Yes Master!" She said in a very small voice.
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