Leaning closer, his breath reeks of onions as he bites into a raw onion as if it were an apple You think I'm going to let you go, after all we've been through? it's as uf he has no sense of time, or taste, or smell, you know plenty, he does not know this This contract was only the beginning, my dear. You're mine, for better or worse. I'm not opposed to... he smirks, laughs knowingly, darkly the "or worse", It's all fun for me. onion crunch bite
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