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A slavegirl doesn’t eat for pleasure—she eats what her mistress commands. Her meals are simple, humiliating, and designed to remind her of her place. Crumbs from the floor, scraps from her owner’s plate, maybe the taste of sweat or dirt if she’s lucky. Every bite reinforces her obedience, every swallow a symbol of her servitude. This isn’t nutrition—it’s training. A true diet for a true slavegirl.
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