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I can’t believe I’m doing this,”
Nico thought to herself as she felt the basting brush go over her back for the hundredth time. She squirmed at the tickly feeling as well as she could against the ropes binding her hands and feet together. She was lying in the roasting tray facedown, her knees hugged against her stomach, and she was completely naked. As much as she hated to admit it, she looked like a roasted pig. Which, she supposed, was