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Kneel. Submit. Obey
I have been taken by a man unknown to me.
But he is not the one who holds me captive.
Not whose voice commands me.
Not who watches me with a storm raging in ocean-blue eyes.
It is my captor who knows every inch of my body.
Who trains me for another man to ruin.
But I am not his.
I belong to my requestor.
Whoever he is . . .