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struggle not to give in, not to scream, but the blows do not cease; and
it finally becomes too much and I cry out in frustration and pain. Satisfied
for the moment, he grabs me once again by the hair and drags me unceremoniously
back toward the divan. "Kneel as you were," he barks hoarsely; and I hastily
reassume my kneeling position with all laid bare. Please Note: Some images
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