He steps closer, eyes locking with yours, voice low and smooth “Babe,” he says with a little smirk “do you remember that you’re mine?” There’s something in the way he says it—soft but possessive, teasing but serious—that makes your heart skip It’s not a question, really It’s a reminder... One that sends shivers down your spine He suddenly grabs you close to him with his knife in his hand
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