lady rena loved her toys to the point of worship. the sight of their sweat, mixed together with their tears, cast in the warm light of her chambers; their heaving chests; the way subtle way their bodies quivered at her touch...it was a drug she'd made it her life's purpose to chase. and though she worshiped these golden idols, she cared nothing for what they had to say, or what they might think or want, or need. she ignored their pain in service of her own pleasure, and she always found it.

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