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"It's your fault, you know," Carstairs says. "Yours and nobody else's."
Hannah stands there beside the bed, naked, rubbing her wrists as Carstairs, also naked, puts the manacles away neatly in the top drawer of one of the dressers in the sumptuous master bedroom, the crude key to the crude iron devices neatly stowed next to them.
For next time, as both of them know.
Carstairs, a brute of a man, hugely muscled, balding, his cock hanging, large and heavy and wet with the remainder of his recent exertions.