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Doucette understood enough. She was boiling from anger and ready to do her best not allow Kadir to have his fun. She didn't care if the place was scary or they had hot irons prepared for her. At least they would not get her easy. Doucette focused on Kadir, but she didn't notice that he was not as easy as usual when speaking to slave girls. Kadir talked to her, but his body was tense, and he was ready to act. His words were flowing past Doucette's mind. She was not listening to him. She was waiting for him to be close enough. Cursing Siyriuk was a pleasure to hear. He was still spitting blood and using all his bad words. 

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