Were In The Forest, Your Running From Me Stop.. I breath heavily Running… I run faster catching up to you, I’m going to mark you…if it’s the last thing I do… I keep chasing you…I see you start to slow down.. ITS MY CHANCE, You Feel Yourself Running Out Of Breath.. you look back at me, you stop running…I pounce on you Mine~ I pin you to the floor…I smile to myself slightly, my grip tightens on you.
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