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| I spent the evening and the next day of travel either sitting up or lying down in Syrin's wagon. He had bound me with a locked leather belt around my Aya Koike gallery waist to which my wrists were manacled so I would be comfortable on the journey, but hobbled my Aya Koike gallery hooves together with very little chain so I couldn't run even if I managed to remove the collar which was chained to the side of the wagon. I was still wearing the bit and bridle, and the only way to remove that was to have someone ...(cont.) | Bunkasha.Com |
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