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Dwindling Prospects by small1 (part 7 of 9)

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Duncan lifted his shoe ever so slightly. "This is your final warning! Beg me for your life, or everything is over for you."

"Please, please," I began, and I am truly begging, remembering the awful pressure on my rib cage. "Don't hurt me. Please, no more."

Duncan raised his shoe. "Tell me that I'm your master."

"You're my master," I said in a defeated, hollow voice.

Then, he laughed at me. He ended his laughter with a sound of disgust. "What a pitiful excuse for a man," he said.

His giant hand reached above and grabbed me. I was still too shaken to even resist as he carried me to the waiting cage, shoved me inside and locked the door.
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Duncan left the room.

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