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Look at you, my perfect little doll, standing so still like the toy you are. You know you don’t get to move unless I say so, don’t you? Each strike of the flogger reminds you of your place, just pretty little thing for me to control. Now, I’m going to punish you properly. Barbie doesn’t let this go without consequence. Bend over. You’re going to learn what happens when dolls forget their purpose-taking everything I give them without question, without a single move. Time for me to remind you who’s in control.