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heavy chain trailing behind me, I would have outdistanced him easily. His long legs gave him enough speed to finally catch up and grab the chain, hauling me down to earth. He boxed my Bedroom gallery ear once to quiet my struggles while he wrapped me in the chain and slung me over his shoulder. Miffed, he carried me back to camp amidst the hissing chuckles of the other dragons, amused at the mighty Syrin almost I caught a look at his eyes; they had his incinerator intenseness, but it wasn't anger that I saw. No doubt he saw my defiance in my Bedroom gallery eyes as he stared at me. He broke off, looking around 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 Bedroom gallery head, and locked the cuffs about my forearms to the chain so that only half my Bedroom gallery weight rested on the downward-straining tips of my Bedroom 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 Bedroom gallery cheek with it. Syrin demonstrated to me what a Guildmaster of the Slavers can He beat my Bedroom gallery back and legs, leaving dark red stripes that turned black on my Bedroom 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 Bedroom gallery lip after twenty, uttered cries after thirty, and bawled like a child ...(cont.)
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