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I beg you to forgive the insult. Hes only a slaveboy. Anything I have is yours for the asking, Emir said, spreading his shaking hands over his merchandise. The insult was teen bi boys to get him killed.
Why whip him? Verik said. For saying what men dont have the guts to say to me?
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Kali rushed out of nowhere and fell to his knees.
Please dont hurt my Master Sir, Emirs boy said, kissing Veriks feet. It was my fault.
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