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... ver again: slave. No rights. No say. Just whatever I gave her. She swallowed hard—cheeks flushing darker—then lowered her eyes.
"Anything... Master gives me..." she whispered, voice trembling with the thrill of surrender.
I tilted her chin up—forced her to meet my gaze.
"It’s okay," I said, softer now, almost gentle. "You can tell me. What do you want?"
Camilla hesitated—then licked her lips, voice small but honest.
"Master... I would also like chicken fri ...
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