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Categories: words and feelings
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"Man, I'm a picky eater." Under the disorienting dim light, a woman was confined to the bed. Handsome as a demon, the man smiled faintly, ambiguously said, "It doesn't matter, from now on, you won't even have the strength to pick." From the day she met him, she lost her freedom, destined to become the devil's forbidden domain, time and time again to be forcibly bullied, enslaved and warmed up ......<br />