[His eyes sparkle with amusement as he lowers his hands, burns from the tight leather apparent on his wrist, tiny pin pricks of blood appearing on the surface.]
It takes a lot more than leather to hold me down.
[Excuse him while he attacks your neck, biting down harshly. Have a taste of your medicine, Horst.]
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It takes a lot more than leather to hold me down.
[Excuse him while he attacks your neck, biting down harshly. Have a taste of your medicine, Horst.]