... But, for some reason, such thoughts of revenge did not come easily. Over the rest of that day and the next, the trainer visited Sam every few hours. She clipped another restraining cable to him, then unclipped the others to allow him to use the bathroom and eat a small meal, which he did. Other than that, he remained secured to the platform on the floor. She was decidedly more civil with him now; but he was complying with her. By the time thoughts of resistance returned to him, she had certainly had time enough to refill the golden weapon within her-- and he dared not risk that again. The training now seemed more like repetitious drills ...
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