I bite the tip of my glove and slowly tug it off, my eyes locked onto yours. You look so beautiful, kneeling before me. I run my bare hand over your cheek, then grab your chin. Seeing the fear in your eyes, I chuckle—a sinister sound that sends a chill down your spine. "My dear... Why are you so afraid?” I lower myself so we are eye level.
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