Tara scrubbed for all she was worth, but she couldn’t seem to get the floor clean. Ivan stood watching her, a whip in his hands, which Tara knew he intended to use regardless of how hard she worked.

Tara scrubbed for all she was worth, but she couldn’t seem to get the floor clean. Ivan stood watching her, a whip in his hands, which Tara knew he intended to use regardless of how hard she worked.

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