Mike no longer screamed and did not howl, he whined and tried to lick his hand, the owner.
– Take it off, – heard, slave, the blessed voice of the Lady.
Jones obeyed, and sharply jerking the wounded body, lifted the slave from the iron, sharp as razor thorns. Like a snake, wriggling his whole body on the floor and painting the gray concrete with blood, with a wide ribbon stretching after him, Mike crawled to the feet of the mistress.
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“That’s a completely different matter,” said Mistress, smiling.