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Published on October 01, 2008 at 8:59am

Don is still in his Fruit of the Looms. He runs his hands across the pink whip welts on his bare body. He's silent and seems to be having trouble turning from "slave" back into Don. He's stuck on the idea he's little. After some encouragement from Mikayla to snap out of it, he eventually gets up and heads for a glass of water on the dresser.

As he turns, a smudge of black letters, written across his back in magic marker, becomes visible. It reads, "Mikayla's bitch."

He takes a sip of water and looks out the window toward the bright lights of the city. Then he gets back down on all fours, eyes fixed to the ground.

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