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| 13 | 530 | My View more quotes about hands">hands knotted in her hair, tightly, holding her helplessly to me. |
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| 13 | 527 | I cried out, softly, and she looked up, pleased that she had made me do that. |
| 13 | 528 | "Finish your work, Slave," I told her. |
| 13 | 529 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 13 | 530 | My hands knotted in her hair, tightly, holding her helplessly to me. |
| 13 | 531 | Then I released her. |
| 13 | 532 | I pulled her up to me, and, in the dim light of the alcove, filtering through the red curtain from the slatted grilles in the roof of the main room, wiped her mouth with her hair. |
| 13 | 533 | "It is morning, Master," she whispered. |