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Without saying a word, I took the mug from the table, but before I had time to take a couple of sips, the one I hated so much, Dakhar, entered the room. Varla immediately disappeared, leaving Oher and me alone.

"Get up," he commanded forcefully.

But I did not budge, continuing to sit on the floor with a mug of tea in my hands. Oher frowned, and I felt how the body, against my will, begins to obey the order of this man, rising up. "Acts again," I thought angrily, noting that the mug, hands that did not obey me, had been placed on the table.

Dakhar crossed the room in a couple of steps and came close to me:

- I'm starting to get the feeling that you like it when I influence you through the artifact.

He swept my figure with a look filled with predatory fire, looked into the neckline of the dress and ran his hand over the bare part of my chest, thereby causing me a nervous tremor and disgust. Walking around me and standing behind me, he bent to my ear and asked in a penetrating whisper:

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