A blush appears up and down her body, feeling heated by his lustful looks. Her eyes swollen from crying, streaks of tears still damp on her cheeks.
His white gloved hand sweeps the side of her cheek, wiping the tears off her face and then stroking a cheek with his gloved thumb. He then removes his gloves and speaks to her in calm even tones.
“I am not here to hurt you. You are here for training.” A pregnant pause,
“Training to be Mine.”
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