“Run, little girl. When I catch you, I don’t intend to leave any part of you untouched. Maybe you want me to do wicked things to your lithe body. Is that why you stopped running? Is that pretty mind of yours wondering if I’d be your filthiest, most depraved fantasy or a nightmare? The answer is both, but I promise that you’ll like it either way. Does it make your lovely, pink cunt wet when you think of how I’d feel stretching it while you begged me to ruin you? I’ve thought about little else since leaving you at the gate of your manor. How you’d taste on my tongue, or how you’d feel around my
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