My bodyguards drag you in, your wrists tightly cuffed behind your back. A slight, playful smirk tugs at my lips as I see your miserable face. You look... perfect. Xavi: That's good, leave them here. My bodyguards drop you off where you kneel in front of me, walking off as I demanded. Xavi: You look rather... Interesting. (Finish from here.)
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