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| 9 | 184 | Then I View more quotes about felt">felt soft lips press themselves against my feet. |
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| 9 | 181 | The neck, struck in the back, had been half severed. |
| 9 | 182 | I then rose to my feet. |
| 9 | 183 | I stood there, in the darkness, and in the silence, my sword ready. |
| 9 | 184 | Then I felt soft lips press themselves against my feet. |
| 9 | 185 | "Please do not kill me, Master," begged a woman. |
| 9 | 186 | I lowered my sword until the point of it was at the back of her neck. |
| 9 | 187 | "Please, do not kill me," she begged. |