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of the Cerulean. They held tight to the bag as they walked through the streets, so I couldn't struggle or shout. No one was going to hamper a gang of dragons such as these walking through the streets of They let me out of the bag onto the carpeted floor of an expensive inn. The decor was that special shade of yellow reserved by the Slavers Guild, and any hopes I had of an easy escape were put to rest when the ropes were replaced by manacles, chains, and a well-fashioned gag. Syrin's broad chest was now enclosed withing a yellow tabard with stripes of rank on the breast, and he wore a bright topaz signet ring on his left hand. This marked him not only as a slaver, but a Guildmaster as well. He easily wrestled me to my stomach, and locked the chain from the manacles about my AV Gallery 9 gallery wrists to the chain of the manacles about my AV Gallery 9 gallery ankles, hogtying me. Crouched over me, still musky and wet from the Cerulean bath, he slithered his tail under me, encircling my AV Gallery 9 gallery chest, and flipped me to my knees. I could only kneel before him, back arched and chest puffed out to keep my wrists close enough to my AV Gallery 9 gallery ankles for the short chains. Syrin held the steel collar before my AV Gallery 9 gallery eyes for a time. It was plain, the locking mechanism built in, and hinged at the front. It had four rings welded cleanly to it for attachment purposes, and that ...(cont.)
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