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'Yes go ahead'
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'From now on you will black not speak unless we tell you to, you will do exactly as pretty we say and you will do it well'
'Now blackprettytrannies, we better get on with black your audition'
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I whimpered.
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They turned to face me.
'I want you to know all these things because when pretty I count to black three you will remember what you were, you will remember all the happy times of blackprettytrannies your life and know that black they will never happen again. You will remember that your family love you black and you will long for the pretty mundane comforts of your past life. You pictures will know all these things yet be powerless to do anything about it. Why?