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The dog stepped towards him, sending a slight shiver of fear through Hadley's body. Wayne halted at the beautiful mare he'd been petting though, tangling his fingers into the mane. Relieved he finished filling the water trough. Hadley wanted to stick around with the horses, but he didn't feel comfortable doing that without some kind of work to justify it. The male's soft spoken words stilled Hadley for a moment. The large hybrid shifted uncomfortably for a moment before answering. Amy Sunders. So I could learn to be a good slave.
That wasn't the original reason behind his capture, but it kept the worst of the nightmares at bay. It allowed Hadley to forget what she had said after he woke up from the torture, to forget that he had been thought of as having no use other than a toy to watch squirm beneath her grasp. Hadley watched Wayne step away from the mare, which happily trotted over to him. Nervously Hadley reached up to touch the horse, hoping that he wouldn't get in trouble. His eyes widened as Wayne spoke, telling him that his help was unnecessary. I want to help! Surprised at his own outburst Hadley ducked his head.
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