He watched as they turned heel and fled down the mansion corridor. The servant in his grasp was dropped to the floor in an ungraceful heap. "Three... Two... One." That's how long he'd give them as a head start. Run. Do not disappoint me. Give me a good chase, dear love. It was like hunting for that perfect dessert after a boring meal. They'd not get away, but he'd let them go again and again until the brink of dawn... he wanted them to taste perfectly sweet from being truly hunted.
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