I know it's been a very long time. Thank you to those who are still interested in this story. I'm 'this' close to having it completely finished. In the meantime, I have over 50,000 words done and ready to go! I plan to update once a week.
As I said when I started the continuation of this one-shot, this story did not go in the direction I expected. It will get dark, with triggers and sexual violence. Such things are on full display in this chapter, so hold on tight. If you have questions, pm me.
As a refresher: Bella (a flawed human being) thought Edward cheated on her and decided to respond by having revenge sex. It turns out that Esme manipulated much of the situation to try and force her to leave Edward. But, Bella decided to confess everything to him. Before she could do so, she was kidnapped and is now in a human trafficking nightmare. Edward, found out what Bella did, but also is convinced that she is in danger and is working feverishly to find her. Charlie and Rose are helping him. Emmett and Pete are the Seattle detectives working the case.
P.S.: I'm thrilled to be posting this as 100+ lovely ladies are celebrating all things Twilight at TFMU 2019 in St. Louis!
Once again, Bella finds herself being shaken awake. This time it is Caius' hand on her shoulder, making her entire body wobble with the force he's using.
"Wake up, Marie, it's a special day," he says with false warmth.
She finds it hard to clear her head.
"What?" she says.
"I said, time to get up and at 'em. Lots to do today. Vicky will help you get cleaned up and then there's a special treat in store for you." As he speaks, he efficiently removes her restraints. Vicky is there to help her upright, and she sits for a moment on the edge of the bed trying, to figure out why her head is so foggy every time she wakes.
"Did you drug me again?" she asks.
Caius barks out a laugh. "Of course. We're not about to deal with drama from a little girl like you. You're awake when we want you to be awake, and the rest of the time you'll be in la-la land, right where you belong."
Bella's mind starts to spin with the knowledge that she'll never have a chance to escape if they keep her sedated all the time. She's already trying to think of how she can avoid being drugged again when Caius steps up to her. He uses his index finger to trace the slight bruise that remains on her thigh, a leftover from one of the times he struck her with the switch.
"What I'd give to see these all over that creamy skin," he says softly.
His remark puts an immediate end to Bella's thoughts of rebellion. Caius straight up terrifies her with his threats of beatings and even cutting her. She'll have to come up with a way to escape during the times she's not drugged.
"Get moving, Vicky. We don't have long," he says as he exits the room.
Vicky jumps into action, helping Bella stand and walking her to the bathroom. Vicky quickly piles Bella's hair on top of her head.
"We don't have time to wash and dry your hair," she explains.
Bella refuses to make eye contact as she is again subjected to being washing by a naked Victoria. Though it doesn't seem nearly as shocking as the first time, given what Vicky was doing to her last time they were together. She does decide, however, to see if she can get Vicky to provide any helpful information.
"What's happening that's so important?"
"Oh, it's a big deal, for sure. The boss is coming to see you," Vicky replies. "Though Caius has some stuff with you before the boss arrives."
"Some stuff? Oh, God," Bella moans.
"Now, none of that," Vicky says. "I can tell you he's not going to hurt you. Well, as long as you don't do anything stupid, that is."
"But the boss is coming later?"
"Yes. And remember my advice; do what he says, keep him happy. That's the only way to keep things from getting worse. There's no guarantee, of course. After all, he's the boss and gets to do whatever he pleases. But, trust me, do everything in your power to make him happy."
"So, how much worse can things really get?"
"Oh, Marie. A lot worse," Vicky says as she washes Bella. "I've seen girls disappear and never heard a word about them again. I've seen the guys – Demetri and his idiot pals – given a girl to use how they want for an entire night. I even saw one girl after Caius was let loose on her. My god, that's an image I'll never get out of my head. But it's the sudden disappearing acts that scare me the most. I mean, did those girls get sent somewhere, or are they at the bottom the ocean? Who knows?"
Bella blanches at these revelations and decides to dig for different information.
"Can you tell me what day it is?" she asks. "With all the drugs they've given me, I've lost track."
"No, I can't, Marie. Besides, that's not anything you need to worry about. The date or day of the week . . . none of that matters here."
"Oh. How about the time? There are no windows, and I don't even know if it's night or day."
"Nor do you need to. I'm sorry, I can't tell you that either. Like I said, it doesn't matter. Personally, if I were you, I'd be grateful for the drugs. At least you can bliss out for a while."
Bella huffs in frustration but decides not to say anything further. She recognizes the flash of discouragement that cuts through her, but then uses it to bolster her determination to escape. It seems helpless, but Charlie taught her there's always something you can do when caught in a bad situation. It's clear that she can't count on outside help and she's going to have to find a way to help herself.
Vicky finishes washing and drying Bella and directs her to brush her teeth while she dries herself. She then detangles Bella's hair and takes her back to the bed. She directs Bella to sit and then brings a tray from the dresser.
"It's not much, but at least it's something," Vicky says, handing her a plate with a sandwich and some pretzels. She also sets a glass of water on the bedside table.
Bella looks at the water and then shoots Vicky an 'are you kidding?' look.
"I promise that there's nothing in that but water. They need you awake," Vicky says.
"I think I'll pass," Bella says.
"There won't be anything for you later. The smart thing is for you to eat when you can."
"I think I'll take my chances." Bella puts the plate next to the glass on the table.
"Suit yourself," Vicky says returning the items to the tray across the room. "Okay, lie down on your back again so I can take care of your restraints."
"Seriously?" Bella says sarcastically as she lies down. "You people aren't worried about bedsores or anything?" she snarks.
"I wish that was all we had to worry about," Vicky murmurs as she fastens the buckles.
"Hey," Bella says, remembering that Vicky has been here and endured a lot longer than she has. "Um, was everything okay with Caius when you went to his room? Did he hurt you?"
Vicky huffs. "Nah, I know how to handle him. As long you don't make him mad you don't have to worry about him really hurting you. He just likes extremely energetic sex. He also has disgustingly long stamina. I was pretty tired and sore when he was done, but it was manageable."
"Oh. Okay." It's all Bella can think to say in response to the fact that Vicky was forced to be the man's sex toy for what sounds like hours, yet she deems it 'manageable.'
"Well, you're all clean, so I'll be on my way. Just remember to be good for the boss. He's worse than Caius, Marie. You don't want to piss him off," she warns.
Bella nods and watches Vicky get the tray and exit the room, listening to the locks turn.
She lies there for a moment before the damp hair at the nape of her neck causes a shiver to ripple across her shoulders and down her back.
"Of course, she doesn't give me any covers," she mutters.
She tries to make use of the precious time her mind is clear to figure out how to get out of this nightmare. She makes a mental list of what she knows: she's never left alone without her restraints on; there are several locks on the door; and, Vicky claims there are many layers of security in the building, wherever they are. She doesn't know what day it is, what time of day it is, or even how long she's been here. She was drugged when she was brought here, awakened and drugged twice more before Caius woke her this time. She doesn't know where she is, who these people are, or what they have planned for her. The only thing she's sure of is that it can't be good.
She's trying to find just one detail of information that will be helpful to her when the locks on the door are turned. The door opens, and Caius walks in, locking the door behind him.
"Ah, Marie, you are a vision!"
Bella eyes him warily.
"What? No one ever taught you how to accept a compliment?" he says. "Well, it's irrelevant, I suppose. So!" The word is punctuated by him loudly clapping his hands together once. "Let me tell you what a treat we have for you today." He walks up to the bed and starts tracing Bella's body with a single index finger, up her ribs, around her breast, across a nipple, down to her hips and across the top of her bare pussy. He repeats the circuit again and again.
"The boss wants you to come. He wants you to surrender to the pleasure. Enjoy the orgasm as it barrels through you, sends you flying. Now, that sounds nice, doesn't it?"
"Fuck you!" she spits.
His lips curl up in an evil smile. "Oh, I hope so. I do hope so."
"I'll never enjoy anything you monsters do to me," she grits out.
"Oh? Your little interlude with Vicky and Demetri yesterday says otherwise. Do you know that when you orgasm, a lovely rush of blood comes to the surface of your skin from your neck all the way down your breasts? It was charming to watch. In fact, let me show you."
He pulls out his phone and clicks on the video. Leaning his elbow next to her head, he cocks his head so they can both watch it together. He forwards the video to the end, just before she climaxed, and taps play.
As she watches, mortified, he gives a running commentary.
"I do think this is my favorite moment, riiight, here! When that last nipple clamp comes off. The look on your face! It was clearly painful, but then the pain was almost immediately erased by pleasure. And there it is, see how that blush spreads down your chest? This video had more than a quarter million views in just a few hours. Very popular."
"You're posting these?" She's mortified at the thought.
"Tsk, tsk, don't get your panties in a twist. The views are, well, let's call it 'invitation only.' Now, let me tell you how our time together will go. I'm going to give you pleasure. I will make you come. You will be loud and vocal about your enjoyment of our interlude."
"Never, you psychopath!"
He smiles at her indulgently. "You really are not in a position to issue such declaratives. Here's the thing, Marie, and this is also why our time together is a gift to you." His smile disappears; his expression becomes ice cold. "Where you're going, no one gives a fuck about your pleasure. You will serve one purpose and one purpose only, and that is to bring pleasure to your master. That pleasure will take whatever the hell form he wants it to. He might take pleasure in fucking you every hour, on the hour, of every day. Or he might share you with his buddies. Or he might get off on beating you or using a switch like mine. The point is, this next little while is the last time anyone will ever think about your pleasure. That's why it's a gift. And you will enjoy it."
Bella's gone pale as his words register, her eyes going wide.
"I see you are finally beginning to understand. Hopefully, that understanding will help you enjoy our time together even more. But I have some other things that will help with that as well."
He rises and goes into the bathroom, returning with a bottle of clear liquid. Removing the cap, he slides his finger into the bottle, coating it with the liquid before bringing it to Bella's mouth.
"Open," he says.
When she doesn't obey immediately, he uses his other hand to grab her jaw, forcing her mouth open. He pushes his finger in, rubbing the liquid underneath her tongue before running his finger along her gums.
"Suck," he directs her, once he's finished.
She meets his terrifying gaze and does as he says, cleaning the last of the bitter tasting liquid off his finger.
"What was that?" she asks.
"Just a little something to help you enjoy our time together."
She tries to clear the rest of the taste away, but without water, she just ends up spreading the bitterness around her mouth. He just chuckles.
"That's good. The more of your mouth it coats, the quicker it will enter your bloodstream and the sooner our fun will start," he says coolly as he places the bottle on the dresser and starts pulling items out of the drawers.
"I can see where you would have to rely on drugs to bring pleasure to a woman." Her eyes go wide before she immediately squeezes them shut. She can't believe she said that out loud. Sure, the snarky remark was the first thing to cross her mind, but she never meant to say it. Whatever the drug is, it's already starting to loosen her inhibitions. Not so much, though, that she isn't gripped by fear at what Caius' reaction will be.
He's stopped rifling through the drawers and is standing stock still.
"There's my naughty girl," he says, his voice dripping with evil anticipation. "I see the original intent of our interlude will have to wait a bit." The drawer he was looking in is closed slowly, the wood scraping as it moves. He then bends a little to open the bottom drawer, bringing out a variety of items he can use to punish her.
He carries them to the bed and shows them to her one at a time.
"You know, they actually make some items like these that are designed to bring pleasure." He shakes his head. "I don't see the point. More importantly, I have no interest in those. These," he waves the handful of items in front of Bella's face. "These are designed to punish and bring pain. That's what I like about them."
He pulls one out of this hand and holds it up. "This is called a flogger because it has several strands. It can be used to bring pleasure or pain. I'm not interested in it today." He drops it near the foot of the bed.
"Now, this beauty is a favorite," he says, pulling another item free. "Do you know it takes some practice to develop any real skill with a whip? Anyway, I modified this one. I added a multi-strand end and tied tiny beads to each strand. Isn't it lovely?" he asks as he fans the strands in front of her face. "Unfortunately, considering our timeline, I really can't afford to mark your skin too badly today. So, that leaves me with my only real choice." He drops the whip near the flogger and waves the last item.
"This, my dear Marie, is a cane. It's acrylic, so it gives a wicked sting. It's also thin and flexible," he demonstrates this by bending it as he talks, "so it leaves a gorgeous welt. You're also sure to remember it for a while."
He looks her in the eyes and gives her a wink. "I'm going to tan your ass like it's never been tanned before. Let's get on with it, shall we?"
As tears flood Bella's eyes, he quickly releases her ankle, then her wrist restraints, before efficiently flipping her onto her belly and reattaching her wrists.
"Now, up onto your knees, you naughty girl, I need a good angle," he instructs.
When Bella doesn't move fast enough, he manhandles her into position and adjusts the straps so that they are at her knees. Forcing her knees wider apart, he draws the restraints tight, before leaning close to her ear and whispering. "Your hesitancy just earned you three more blows, silly girl."
He stands, and she hears him take a deep breath, groaning as he exhales. "This is going to be so very good . . . for me." He laughs as he swings the cane through the air, chuckling as it makes a whistling sound.
"Okay, five plus three means eight. Try not to enjoy yourself too much." There's no further warning. She barely registers the sound of the cane slicing through the air when it comes down hard across the middle of her ass, leaving a sharp, severe sting that quickly spreads. She screams out at the unexpected level of pain. Before she has time to take another breath, he strikes her again, and again. She's screaming at each impact, and crying, and trying to breathe. He's moving the cane, so it strikes at different spots before revisiting areas he's already hit. She hasn't been able to count so she isn't sure when this will end, though he must have struck her eight times by now. But he just keeps bringing the cane down on her burning ass, over and over. She thinks she must be bleeding by now, but he doesn't stop. Her eyes are screwed shut, and she's just praying for an end to the pain, when, finally, the next blow doesn't come.
Her breathing is labored, snot is running down her chin as she whimpers and cries, though she tries to wipe it off onto the sheet. Her ass is on fire, and the stinging hasn't subsided.
Caius, however, isn't distressed. In fact, if the bulge in his pants is an indication, he's extremely aroused.
Dropping the cane, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens the camera app. He speaks as he snaps several pictures. "I may have lost count, Marie. But, with your ass like this, you truly are a thing of beauty. Definitely one for my collection."
When he's done, he puts his phone away and stands next to the bed. He stretches his hand out and places it at the base of her spine, slowly drawing it down toward her butt.
"No," she pleads. "Please, don't touch me, it hurts so much," she says through tears.
"There, there, lovely Marie," he coos, his hand reaching the curve of her ass where he starts rubbing his marks. "I only have your best interests at heart. Given where you're going, you need to work on your pain tolerance." His hand moves more roughly as she continues to whimper and plead for him to stop. He even curls his fingers, using his nails to lightly scratch across where he beat her.
Before long, he lets out a deep sigh. "Well, I suppose, we should move on to the reason I'm here."
"No, please, just leave me alone."
"Don't worry, I promise you'll be feeling great very soon."
"No. It hurts. Please . . ." she whispers.
"Hush now. Pleasure and pain are not as far apart as you think."
"I can't. It hurts –"
She's cut off by Caius landing a swift spank on the sorest part of her ass. She yelps then sniffles as her tears start anew.
"That's enough out of you," he says harshly. "You will feel pleasure for two reasons. The first is that the boss ordered it. The second is that it's biology. Your body will respond to specific stimuli, and you will come. It's as simple as that. And, I'll remind you that it is a gift. So, you will say thank you when we are done." He chuckles as he moves to the dresser and comes back with several items.
Bella is close to not caring what he does as long as he doesn't hurt her again.
"Since you seemed to enjoy these last time, let's use the nipple clamps again, hmm?" He pulls her torso up, so she's resting on her elbows and reaches to roughly fondle one nipple, and then the next. As they harden, he brings his mouth close to her ear.
"As I said, simple biology, Marie." He swiftly attaches the clips, which causes Bella to gasp only slightly. It's such a tiny discomfort compared to what he just put her through. She rests her forehead on the bed and closes her eyes, just wanting him to be done and leave her alone.
"Now, what next?" Caius muses. The clips must have a chain attached to them like before, because he tugs on them several times as he stares at her.
"I was planning on having you on your back, but I suppose I'll have to improvise." Tug, tug, tug. "Although," tug. "That does present some other opportunities," tug, tug.
He releases the chain. She listens to his footsteps as he walks away from the bed and then returns.
"You'll enjoy this," he promises, the palm of his hand sweeping up between her thighs. When he reaches her slit, she realizes that he's lubed his fingers as he slides them to her clit and starts circling.
"Please, can't you just leave me alone?" she asks.
He grabs her clit between two fingers and pinches. Hard.
"Ow!" she squeaks, bowing her back in an effort to ease the pressure. It doesn't work, as he just pinches harder.
"I'm done with your stupid chatter! If I hear anything out of you besides moans or screams of pleasure, I will use my knife on you! Do you understand?"
"Mm-mm," she hums in understanding, nodding her head at the same time.
"Good." He stops pinching and goes back to circling and rubbing her clit. "Now, I don't know if you've ever used a clit stimulator, but I'm betting you're going to love it. It's different than just using a vibrator. There's a combination of vibration and pulses and suction. Very intense, I'm told." With that, she hears the toy start to hum and then feels him place it against her. He moves it around a bit, using his fingers to determine when it is in proper position before pressing it lightly against her.
He's right, the sensation is very intense, and it's different from anything she's experienced before. He increases the pressure slightly, and her hips shift, her body involuntarily seeking out the sensation.
"I knew you'd like it," he murmurs, holding the toy in place with one hand. A moment later, his other hand barely brushes the top of her thigh, just at the edge of where he beat her.
"Now, relax," he says as his finger, again covered in lube, slides up toward her asshole. She's dreading the intrusion she knows is coming, and just as he begins to put pressure there, he turns up the intensity of the stimulator. Her body reacts, pushing her clit down and her ass higher. He slides his finger in easily and starts a slow thrusting.
"I bet you're one kinky girl, aren't you Marie? I bet you love taking it up the ass." He speeds up his thrusts, and the combination of that and the stimulation of her clit is a lot to take. She starts to rock slightly to the rhythm of his hand. and a moan slips out.
"Uh-huh!" he admonishes her, quickly removing his finger. "Not yet." He turns the toy off, and she takes a deep breath.
"I hate you," she says.
"But you love what I'm doing to you," he replies. "Well, mostly." He gives a rough slap to her ass, and she groans as the pain resurfaces.
"Now, about that butt plug . . ." he says.
"Oh, God," she murmurs.
"I think you'll be saying that some more before we're done here."
He turns on the stimulator and takes a moment to once again position it over her clit. Then he picks up the plug he has prepared and presses the tip against her ass.
"Come on, Marie, you know you want it," he says, turning up the intensity of the stimulator as he presses the plug into her. He keeps pushing, and it is just starting to burn when he pulls it out most of the way before slowly pushing forward again.
"Now, if this wasn't about your pleasure, I'd just shove this in. Properly lubed, it wouldn't do any permanent damage. But the boss wants it good, so I'll give it to you good." He pushes it further, and she can feel him twisting it as he pushes forward a bit, pulls back, then pushes further.
"Almost there . . ." He turns the stimulator dial up one more level. It's an extraordinary sensation, and though she hates herself for doing it, Bella starts to keen. He presses firmly one more time, and Bella feels the plug slip into place. As soon as it does, he removes the stimulator and she's left breathless and on the edge.
"Do you know what I love most about this plug, Marie? It vibrates," he says, turning it on by the remote in his hand.
She's never used a plug before, let alone one that vibrates, and the deep sensation takes her by surprise.
"I see you like it," he says, standing back from the bed and watching her as she rocks slightly.
She shakes her head from side-to-side and bites her lip to keep from making any sound. She's going to do her best not to give him what he wants, but whatever drug he gave her has lowered her inhibitions, and her body is betraying her.
"Huh. Well, I'm sure you'll be saying something different before we're done."
She feels the bed dip as he climbs behind her and kneels between her legs. He leans forward, covering her as he reaches for the chain attached to the nipple clamps. As he does so, his jeans chafe against her sore ass.
"What about this?" he whispers in her ear as he turns the plug up in intensity. He also starts tugging on the chains and thrusting against her ass. The pleasure of the plug combined with the discomfort of the clamps and the reminder of the beating he gave her is sensory overload. She recognizes the very beginning of an orgasm, and she fights it. Shaking her head and deciding to focus solely on the burn where his jeans rub against her.
He decides to try a different approach. Releasing the chains, he leans back on his heels. Using his thumbs, he separates her lips and begins rubbing one finger up and down her slit.
"You are so wet, Marie. I know you're enjoying this." He slips his finger inside her and pumps a few times. "You know, it's quite incredible to fuck a girl when she's got a vibrating plug in." he leans up, off his heels and removes his hand. Then she hears him unzipping his jeans.
"No! No, no! Please don't," she pleads.
"The boss says I'm not supposed to fuck you," he murmurs as he rubs the head of his dick up and down her slit. "But how about just the tip, hmm? Did you play that game with your boyfriend back in high school? I bet you did, since you like to be naughty."
He thrusts lightly, and she feels the head of his cock barely breach her entrance.
"Oh, that's nice," he groans, continuing with the barely-there thrusts, never actually entering her. "It would be so easy," he muses. A moment later his movements stop. "But the boss's word is law." He's no longer touching her. She hears him re-zipping his pants and breathes a sigh of relief.
"Guess we'll have to do this another way." He gets off the bed and turns off the plug as he walks back to the dresser. The complete lack of sensation gives her time to gather herself.
It doesn't last long though. He comes right back, carrying a dildo.
"I think this will be pretty quick. Unless you fight it. Then it will just last longer, but the end result will be the same. It's your choice, Marie."
He starts the plug again, the takes the dildo and slowly rubs it along her slit. When it reaches her clit, she flinches at the sensation.
"Still sensitive there, are you?" he says. "Let's see . . ." He skims his free hand along her belly, down to her pussy, his finger finding her clit. He alternates circling it and rubbing it lightly while he slowly presses the dildo into her.
"Now, you just relax and enjoy the sensations, Marie. Feel free to be as loud as you like; it makes for better viewing."
She doesn't know how he manages it, but somehow he turns up the vibration in the plug without interrupting the attention to her clit or the motion of the dildo. Suddenly the dildo is pushed all the way in, and he starts thrusting it steadily in and out. The pressure on and around her clit increases, too. With nothing touching her ass, it's hard to focus on the pain there, and soon she is losing herself to the pleasure. The vibration, the thrusting, the rubbing is surrounding her. Everything else becomes fuzzy. She doesn't feel where her forehead is resting on the bed, or the pressure of her restraints. All she can hear is the faint buzzing and the wetness as the dildo glides in and out of her. Entirely against her will, an orgasm races through her. Suddenly she's pressing her face into the sheet, trying to muffle her moan even as she rocks against the dildo trying to make the feeling last.
Then it all stops.
Caius removes his hand from her clit, slides the dildo out of her, and turns off the plug all at once.
It kills the pleasurable sensations almost immediately, and tears start to track down her face.
"I told you that you would enjoy it," he says, coldly. "Now, relax your ass. This shouldn't be too uncomfortable." He's all clinical efficiency as he twists the butt plug and begins to pull. It comes out with a burning stretch and leaves her feeling oddly empty.
He takes all the items he's been using and returns them to the top of the dresser, casually picking up the cane he used earlier. Turning to face her, he speaks.
"There's one more thing, Marie."
"Please, no more."
"Yes. There's one more thing you have to do. Do you remember?"
With her head still resting on the bed, she shakes it back and forth.
"Are you sure? If you don't remember, I'll have to give you a little reminder."
Her brain is muddled, and she can't think straight. She has no idea what he's talking about.
At that moment, the cane comes down hard across her ass, and she screams out in pain.
"You need to thank me for the pleasure I gave you. It was a gift, remember?"
She's trying to make sense of everything through the pain but coming up short.
He rests the cane against her ass and rubs it up and down. "Do you need another reminder?" he asks.
"No!" she blurts out.
"Then, thank me. And do try to sound sincere."
"Th-thank you," She stammers out.
"For what?"
"For – for making me come." She forces out through tears.
"Ah!" he says, jovially. Stepping back from the bed and slapping the cane against his leg. "You are most welcome, Marie. Now, I have to step out for a short while." He stops at the door and looks at her. "Don't go anywhere." She's left with the sound of his laughter as the door closes behind him.
Left alone, Bella starts trembling. She's ashamed of what her body just did, despite what she wanted. Her ass is still on fire, and every time her muscles twitch, pain radiates across her ass cheeks and down her thighs. Whatever drug Caius gave her is making her feel more and more loopy, her thinking slower. It's too much to process. All she can do at the moment is rest her cheek on the cool sheet as the tears flow.
AN: You wouldn't believe the village it requires to get these words ready! My sincere thanks to those who were with me at that start and those who have joined me along the way: Owlsarebirdstoo, Ana Rodfranco, Sunflower Fran, Tiffany L Cullen, and EdwardsFirstKiss. You can find me on Facebook where I'm Amy Gold (AmethystGold).
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