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Does a slave once collared still exist as herself ? Or is she a mere reflection of all that is desired and demanded from her ?
How sad the heart of a slave girl, locked and owned, but yet unwanted. How deep the urge to please, and yet she is forbidden. He holds her in perpetual hate, in His collar, she does not understand.
Perhaps a heart should beat for only that which it is permitted to beat, and not that which it desires of its own accord. Therein the path of content ?
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