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Aged out of foster care, she wakes in a cage to a man called her trainer. Graded as an "A" after a clinical violation, she is forced into a regimen of edging and denial, her body made a hysterical instrument she is forbidden to play.
Kaiya's first clear thought was the chill of the stainless steel table against her bare ass. Silas's hand was a firm, inescapable pressure between her shoulder blades. Dr. Finch's voice was a detached
Morning light, harsh and artificial, found her slick with a sweat that wasn't from heat. Silas unlocked the cage and didn't speak, his pale eyes cataloging the sheen on her skin, the slight tremor in