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“Since you cannot seem to remember who you belong to, let me remind you.” Damyon lifted a poker that had been resting among the logs. On the end was a glowing symbol. A brand. One I knew well—the joined letters of his name D and K in the Russian alphabet. I’d never felt fear so acutely. I knew that because, until that moment, I’d never known what it was like to lose control of my bodily functions. Warmth radiated around my bottom and legs as urine soaked my clothing. Damyon sniffed the air and smiled. “Now, you understand.” He ripped at the neckline of my tank top, sheer madness in his eyes. I wanted to fight him off. I wanted to run or do anything to stop what was happening, but my body was in so much pain. All I could muster were whispered sobs. “Please, don’t do this. Please.” “Too
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