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That's when they decide that it is to finally be my turn. I argue that this is wrong, I even beg them to not do this to me, but I am pulled over and strapped down to the heavy leather chair with the restraints holding my legs and arms firmly in place. I am immobilized; there is no hope for escape. Then, as the final cruel twist, they order my own friend and former commanding officer to activate the equipment on me. And, oh so happily, with a totally mindless and bemused smile, he replies "Yes Master," and complies. I know that I'm going to have to fight it. I know that I'm going to have to resist. I convince myself that I will never surrender. However: |
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