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“Returned to his custody?” “Oh, you might spend a few nights in jail, but I doubt it. You’ll be released to Mr. Hurst. Given the arrangement you had, I imagine his friend the judge will let him take care of the consequences for your bad behavior.” “The arrangement?” “The Dominant/submissive one.” “Yes. I suppose it looks that way. But there was nothing to legally bind me to him—at least not in that way. Slavery is against the law.” “That’s true. But sometimes the law looks the other way; you’re certainly smart enough to know that. Chances are, your Mr. Hurst has some sleaze ball of a judge in his back pocket. You are his slave in his eyes. You agreed to his rules and then you broke them. If he can convince a judge of his story, you might as well kiss your freedom goodbye.” She sighe