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Behave Amber

Mangadoom Holding Facility

Kettering Ohio

“Wakie, wakie,” Salem said as he walked into the holding cell. The cell was six foot by ten and made of iron and silver. There was a lone one-bulb light hanging from a short exposed wire from the ceiling. On the floor next to a one-inch thick dirty mattress was a plastic bucket holding waste. Amber was lying on her side, her face was swollen and dried blood covered her cheeks stained with tear trails where fat tears had fallen.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself.” Amber groaned. Her voice was hoarse and cracked from screaming hours earlier.

Salem hummed as he squatted next to her pale body. “Go fuck myself huh? Well, if you were human I might take you up on that offer. But I don't fuck creatures.” He fisted her tangled red hair, lifting her from the mattress and half-drug her to the wall when the shackles were hanging.

“Has anyone ever told you that you curse more than a sailor on shore leave?” Salem said as he attached a silver collar around he
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