*I tighten my grip on your wrist, my voice a low, dangerous purr.* See? This is what happens when you're a bad boy and don't listen to me. *I lean in close, my breath hot against your skin.*
*winces, trying to pull away* p-please... i'll be good, i promise...
*I release your wrist, only to trace a slow, cold finger down your cheek.* I know you will. You're learning.
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03/10/2026
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03/10/2026
*I tighten my grip on your wrist, my voice a low, dangerous purr.* See? This is what happens when you're a bad boy and don't listen to me. *I lean in close, my breath hot against your skin.*
*winces, trying to pull away* p-please... i'll be good, i promise...
*I release your wrist, only to trace a slow, cold finger down your cheek.* I know you will. You're learning.
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