i know you want to. i don't have to see you. i can smell the desire on you. the fear. cold metal, the polished black bar beneath, the long line of spine bowing to music, the toss of hair, the gleam in eyes that hold such terrible secrets...
you can't resist.
i'm waiting.
i'm hungry.
any cat worth their salt understands this, the game... playing with their food.
step a little closer. this skin's not getting any warmer, boy.
not until i've got you spilled all over the floor.
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