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Maxy whimpered as her hair was pulled, and gasped a little, choking out, "a conquered species is not an inferior one." she clawed at his hand as her face flushed again, with lack of oxygen. The force on her hair, brushed the buns out of place causing black and red locks on long hair to tumble down her shoulders messily, and parts of her bangs covered her eyes. She shook her head in his grip, trying to pull away.
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