With the slightest hint of the sound of his leather boots on the floor, he closed the distance, one hand tangling in her long dark hair. Mindblade’s eyes fluttered open just as her back met the cold, corroded wall — helpless, breath shallow, the predator’s grin inches from her face. Welcome pretty one, I have been expecting you as you can see, he whispers into her ear as she struggles to escape his trap.
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