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Buddy followed her into the bedroom. |
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She sat on the side of the bed. |
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He went to a dresser, dropped his towel to the carpet, and opened a drawer. Looking over his shoulder, he said, 'My first command, don't try to get away. That would carry extremely severe penalties, including but not limited to torture, gang-bang and probable execution.' |
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He removed a white T-shirt and a pair of faded red gym shorts from the drawer. |
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He came toward the bed and tossed them to her. |
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Maureen picked up the shorts, bent down, and slipped her feet into them. |
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'My second command is to do precisely what I ask of you. No questions, no delays. If you're a very good girl, you might just survive the night.' |
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You won't, she thought, nodding submissively as she drew the shorts up her legs. |
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Denise and Kara sat cross-legged on cushions, watching Tom. Denise kept her hold on the jumprope looped around his neck. But he hadn't moved since being struck. |
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