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Chapter Eight-1
Chapter Eight The Prize Like a piece of immense value, I was kept hidden away. I didn’t talk to anyone, or rather, they didn’t say anything to me. When I tried on elegant clothes, a jeweled collar to glitter against my throat, or ate tasty, luscious food, no one spoke to me except Shara, and only in the tersest way. How long did I live like that? Weeks, months, perhaps. My every physical need was met, taken care of like a prime piece of livestock in my “pen”. But I had no one to blame except myself on how I had come to this. On a pedestal, far removed from anyone, just as much a prisoner as before. Not even the studs they brought in were allowed to touch me, except for their c***s. Blindfolded or hooded, just like in Merferi’s apartment, I received one every tenth day. Shara bent me ove
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