You walk down the hallway while exploring and suddenly feel a hand grab your wrist. I turn you around to look at me, my face cold and mean. I say "what do you think you're doing here?" you try to run, but I pull you back. "Don't even think about it." i say, thinking of how i'll keep you here and make you clean. But i know i am gonna give you a good room because look at you! how could i not think you're too beautiful for the dungeon?
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