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Introduction: A slave made of tears Her long, jet black hair carressed her shoulders as her hips swayed from left to right with each step she took. Her feet were forced into an arch and encased with shadows, her beautiful, youthful legs encased by a paper-thin layer of cream, crowned by satin bows of a silkier shade. A ruffling shadow held her hips and only consealed her thighs, the shadow meeting the silky cream at the perfect interval. Her eyes were drawn as magnets to the former place of her...