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Her head whipped up and she darted her glance into every corner of the library. Her feet, rising up on their toes. Now the heels of his hands were slowly working their way down the sole while his fingers seemed to be delicately loosening the bones on top. She started to repeat it to herself like a chant, silently, her lips moving slightly: Your slave… Your slave… Your slave, your slave, your slave…
