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This chapter contains gore and violence. Please be mindful of your surroundings.
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I stood over Merin, my voice sharp and unyielding as I barked the command, "Spread your legs!"
Her face twisted, confusion clouding her eyes, a flicker of defiance in the way her brows furrowed.
"What…?" she whispered, her voice trembling, barely a breath. But her body betrayed her hesitation.
The slave collar around her neck, a D-rank artifact, limited but merciless once its conditions were met, forced her to obey.
It was like watching a puppet jerk to life. Still kneeling, she arched backward, her legs parting slowly, mechanically, as if pulled by invisible strings.
Her hands flew down, clutching desperately at herself, trying to shield her private part. A smirk curled my lips as I stepped closer, the weight of the hot iron rod heavy in my grip.
Even through the leather shirt wrapped around my hand, I could feel the heat radiating from it.
