In time you will learn to control yor form, changing between man, mist and animal woth barely more than a thought. And it would be easy for you to escape thos trap. But at the moment you dont know how, and as such are unable to escaoe. My tongue runs over my watching you suffer. Burning, and a religious object in direct contact. Somethin that the creatures can barely stand. I walk over, my finger running over your chin. Or at least one of my claw, tearing skin to the bone. "I am not going to help. But you can escape. Youve seen how I do it. Do it yourself."
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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