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He had done the right thing. She had protested, and she had fought, but now she was smiling. Now, she was free. It was the first step in the message he meant to send. Still kneeling on the floor, with tears on her cheeks, she looked up at him, and smiled. In that moment, he loved her.
"Come," he said with kindness, "Get dressed, and let us dance around the fire, to the drums of our tribe."
"Yes, Master."
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more please!
he does not understand that he is a master. interesting to see how that affects the dynamics of his life and the bond he forms with his slave of love.
Awesome
Zamolxes , chief of the Dacians gods ( a Thrak tribe ) was a slave too before to became a god .
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