Lately, the slave has been unruly, not in her place. The crudest metal chain, weighing at least a kg, was yesterday locked in its place around the girls’ neck with a massive padlock of hardened steel. Then the key was intentionally broken, rendering the chain to remain irrespective of what. At some point the girl will break, the slave blossom….

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