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... ight of a gavel. He stood behind Jennifer, his shadow stretching over her arched back, his hands resting on her hips with an iron-like stillness.
Vivienne’s breath hitched. She looked at the clear, viscous gel coating her palms, then at the small, tight, and terrified entry of her daughter.
"Master... please," Vivienne whispered, a final, flickering spark trying to resist.
"Do it, Mother."
Jennifer’s voice cut through Vivienne’s hesitation, sharp and brittle li ...
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