Anna Kazuki

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at the rest of the dragons who were packing up, and ready to begin the days travel. He spoke quietly, to make sure the others would not "I cannot blame you, slave, for your actions. I would have done the same in your position. Still, you must be punished, so that you will learn who your master is." With that, Syrin tossed a chain over a tree branch, hauled my arms above my Anna Kazuki gallery head, and locked the cuffs about my forearms to the chain so that only half my Anna Kazuki gallery weight rested on the downward-straining tips of my Anna Kazuki gallery hooves. The whip he uncoiled was more like some heavy vine made of leather, and he took the time and care to caress my Anna Kazuki gallery cheek with it. Syrin demonstrated to me what a Guildmaster of the Slavers can He beat my Anna Kazuki gallery back and legs, leaving dark red stripes that turned black on my Anna Kazuki gallery white hide. The whip was too heavy to crack, it did not warn me of its approach no matter the vast strength Syrin put behind it. I was determined not to cry out, counting the strokes, but it was hopeless. Syrin crisscrossed the lashes, layering pain upon pain, never too much at once to inure me to it. I grunted and bit my Anna Kazuki gallery lip after twenty, uttered cries after thirty, and bawled like a child through the final ten; dancing and dangling until Syrin stopped at Syrin took me down and lay me on my Anna Kazuki gallery stomach in his wagon for the ...(cont.)
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