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There was no chance to fight back. There never was. Kira couldn't grit her teeth, but she could bite down onto the gag and focus on the ache burning through her jaw, or she could make fists until her manicure threatened to pierce through her palms; anything to distract from the forced compliance of leather and steel.
The same old voice purred with that irritating, smug satisfaction. You just don't learn, do you Slave? A Metal band snapped shut around her big toe and the sweats started to ...