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Siyrik was shouting and cursing when strong kicks hit his side. He was struggling to get up and protect his face. Doucette was thin, but she was strong. Her strength always came as a surprise, and she had learned to hide her full strength to keep surprised on her side. Even Kadir or Tamar had no idea of her real capabilities despite her fiery nature. They would shackle her better and not let her use her feet if they knew. But, at least now, Siyrik was aware of her strong legs.

Another slave girl was terrified. First, she was in her place without knowing what to do. But when Doucette continued her attack on Siyrik, she decided to run far from the redheaded devil. She was always scared of these two foreigners who looked so strange compared to locals.

“Fuck!” Siyrik cursed and tried to get on his feet. When he would get this devil shackled, she would regret the day she was born.