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... d victory, reveled in their transformation. He saw it not as their submission but as their acceptance of his power, their validation of his dominance. He moved from one woman to another, his touch a brand of ownership, his commands absolute.
The once-proud hall echoed with the sounds of forced pleasure and guttural grunts, a cacophony of degradation that chilled the very air. The music, initially a backdrop to their forced dance, now became an unsettling melody, a haunting reminder of th ...
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