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The submissive fear was pleasing, but her temper had been lost already. She wasn't backing down now, her stance tall as she faced him down. A yelp broke from him as she dug the claws in,k refusing to let go. The attempt to break free only brought the angered dog with him, eyes burning. He was not going to escape. Levent was hers, now and forever. His soul had been sold in a single bite. Everything she had done for him, wasted! All he had to do was ask, and she would have granted, in exchange for him serving her. Yet he betrayed her.
The defiance remained, even in the face of the punishment she'd pronounced. Laughing she shook her head, sure of her words. The punishment would come. Smiling she extracted the claws, making sure to dig in as deeply as she could before doing so. Turning she returned to the pool, dismissing his presence. Return when you're ready to ask for forgiveness. If he appeared before then, she would kill him.
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