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Despite the doubt, Doucette believed that orders from Mistress were still the same. They could not cut her skin and mark her with a hot iron. Siyrik was staring at her with confusion and anger. Doucette knew how guards were lazy and how they had got used to obedient little girls who followed their instructions blindly. Now they had more work. This time Doucette alone did not take the trouble to them, but there was also another rebellious girl. A local girl was fighting back and not surrendering to commands. Siyrik was cursing and spitting blood. There were noises from the corridor. Someone was closing with heavy steps.

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Anonymous

It's Anubis. Good.