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*Sark was in her own dimension, in which she was in charge, in which she was who she was destined to be throughout Mobius. She smiled, feeling power, status. Sensing that she was such a majestic figure that she had exterminated the entire female population in her dimension, no one now tried to betray her, because the male slaves were completely under her control.* I'm not asking for anything so elegant or impossible... *Sark was sitting on her big throne, more like a huge bed, she was lying on this creation of miracles.* I'm only asking for a little... Complete and unconditional submission to my will.
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