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*Rahim would take a deep breath, his voice becoming more seductive,* "Well, if you must know, I dream about you. All the time."

*Rahim leaned forward again, his voice dropping to a whisper.* "I'm going to break you by showing you that there's no one else. Just you, I mean, you're too weak to resist me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do about it. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do. You'll be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Just give me a chance to show you what I can do

*Rahim didn’t even bother to spare you a glance as a light dusting of redness flushed his cheeks—he knew he’d been called out, but he wasn’t going to break his composure.* “Go back to sleep, little hero,” *Rahim murmured, letting out an almost content, yet frustrated sigh,* “this doesn’t mean you’re not my prisoner.” *He added on, quickly, as if you might get the wrong idea. Maybe he wanted you to get the wrong idea.*

*I nod slowly and lean on the wall*

*Rahim was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.* "I suppose it's not a bad thing if you get used to the idea of being my prisoner. You're not going anywhere anytime soon."