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... ur existence."

"You will not hurt or harm me, or any of my allies, in any way, whether it be directly or indirectly."

"You will always do things to further my interest, and will not do anything that might harm my interest."

This was the first batch of orders that Thirteen had given his slave, and the Slave Master made sure to take down notes after hearing the orders from the seven-year-old.

"Amazing! All of these orders summed up the things that a good slave must do for h ...

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