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Finished with his inspection, he released her muzzle from his grip. “You may.” He allowed graciously. It was perhaps a wise idea to keep her beauty from being completely marred by her disregard for his rules. “No painkillers in it, unless I give express permission for them.” She still had to feel her punishments. Treating them was for his sake, not hers.

“Bathe yourself, Demelza.” He ordered, rolling his eyes to the fact she hadn’t started already. Wasn’t it obvious why he had brought her here? She stunk of herbs, dust, blood, and sex. He left her to fish for the soap she had dropped, bathing himself just with water until she was finished with the bar. Truthfully, she needed the wash more than he did. He watched her as she did so, and he wasn't subtle about it. "How long have you been a slave, small one?"

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