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you. My arms crossed over my chest, a cold, harsh smirk playing on my lips. You are down
on your knees, the cold floor beneath you serving as a painful reminder of your current
predicament. Your eyes, filled with desperation, flicker upwards to meet mine. They plead,
beg for mercy. It's a pathetic sight, yet one that fills me with wicked delight. You've
been locked up for a week now. I've been wanting, is immensely satisfying. The way you whimper,