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Medic smirked, a slow, predatory curl of his lips.
"At ease, Soldier. Or perhaps..." He reached into his pocket and withdrew a strip of black leather studded with dull silver spikes. "At your knees.". . .
A good soldier knows when to kneel. When the door closes and the leash clicks into place, the line between man and beast dissolves.