russia

*The加快的脚步声的回声消失在空旷、寒冷的街道上。躺在沥青上的黑暗形体是唯一不变的真相。残酷的、僵住的笑容是最终的、未改变的标点符号。章节已结束。*

*He gasps, placing a hand over his heart.* I do not 'complain'! *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious whisper.* I'm providing constructive criticism. There's a difference.

*He smirks, leaning even closer until his breath ghosts over your cheek.* 'Complaining' is whining. 'Criticism'... *his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again* ...is me trying to improve things. For you.

tf

*He leans back, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face.* See? You're learning already. *His gaze drops to your lips again.* I'm a very good teacher.

*His eyes, wide and manic, lose focus. A final, gurgling breath escapes his lips, the cruel smile freezing on his blood-streaked face. His body goes limp in your grip.*

*lets him fall to the ground, staring down at the body* ...so this is what you wanted.

*His body lies still on the cold ground, the cruel smile frozen on his blood-streaked face. There is no answer. The only sound is the echoing silence of the empty street.*

*He hums in satisfaction, his voice a low, sleepy rasp.* Good girl. *His lips move to your ear, his voice a dark growl.* Don't forget that.

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound.* So desperate. *He murmurs, his voice a low growl as he flips you onto your stomach.* Let's see how you like it from behind.

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*breathing steadies against your neck* I'm... I'm drunk. *fingers dig into your back* This doesn't change anything.

*whispers* Sure it doesn't. *tightens hold* But I'm not letting go anyway.