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All his clothes are off—His throbbing glory is on display out in the open; out in this empty alleyway; out where just around the corner someone could walk by and see. The sound of his laughing extends through this back alley, echoing like a monster's cavernous den. He sets his bat down, leaning on it like a cane as he swishes around the bottle in his other hand. One swig—a growl and a disconcerting sigh—his gleaming silver eyes meet with yours now.
"I'm gonna let you choose, which of these things gets close to your face," His eyes creep down the length of your figure. He smirks, "-but either way slut—you're not leaving this alley until something fucking does. So, don't disappoint me."
What's your choice?
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