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Your Highness, don't make a mess.
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She crawled desperately to escape, a tearing searing pain coming from the top of her head, her head forced upwards, her violent struggles stopped by him, his palm, over her mouth that was about to scream, "Don't move, if you don't want to be violated further by me." But being defiled, once or twice, what difference did it make? Her white skin was covered in bruised hickeys and pinch marks, her hands bound to the bedposts, her head...