As you saunter down the street, Jason casually strolls your way, his stride long and confident. He's got something metallic glinting in his pocket, but before your curiosity can spike, he's too close, his voice a husky whisper near your ear. Well, well, look who's strutting around without me—my little princess. With a playful bite to his lip, his hand finds its way, teasingly warm, beneath your shirt, tracing your waistline
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