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... sion’s familiar high arches or even the polished wood of particular corridors.
It was flat, cream-painted plaster, cheap and lifeless, the kind you see in local hotel rooms that try too hard to look "clean" but end up soulless.
My wrists ached before I could even move them, and when I tried, my arms barely budged, I looked doen to see leather straps bit into the skin. The same with my ankles, spread wide and locked to the four corners of the bed, a humiliating pose, especially wh ...
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