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...than the actual fuck. Just do it. Throttle me all you like, you might as well be humping a corpse anyway.” One of those bony knuckles set her lip to bleeding shortly afterwards, the backhander splitting the plump and painted bit of flesh over her teeth. He rose, kicked her legs closed, and stalked off towards the window. She rose, removing a slender mirror from the side of her...

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