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"I wouldn't do that love" "And just why not?" I said enraged as I howled and screamed pleads of help into the stale air of the dungeon from the edge of the cell. "Because the help you want, will not be the type of help you're going to get." Said the beautiful man locked in the cell beside me. "Sorry that I haven't resigned from trying to get out of this hellhole like you have." I hissed as I looked the God-like creature up and down, scowling. There was a clank, then the creek of the door to the prison as it swung open and three guards strode in. "You've done it now, love" the man beside me sighed quiet enough for only me to hear as the guards approached. "Hello Purity, a little lonely are we?" the largest guard with the hard face smirked as his eyes wandered down to the skin that was exposed through the remnants of my white dress. One of the other guards unlocked the door to the cell. "That is not my name." I spat as the men threw open the door. "Your name is whatever your master grants you Temptress!" the guard roared as he seized my bony forearm in his huge, rough palm. I was lunched from the stone floors and dragged across the halls towards the old wooden door leading out of the prison and into the palace. "Don't fight, love. You'll only hurt more." The man in the cell called to me resignedly, but I was too preoccupied to process his warning. Master? Temptress? I'm a Temptress?
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